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Jan 2021
However delicate, translucent - they'll keep.
Precious lines neatly pressed, jagged inspiration rolled.
Conversation folded, folded, tucked away.
Ideas will slip to place or fall. Either way - still there.
Still there. Still there. Your words: They’ll sleep until tomorrow.
Poets need sleep too. I've got the tee-shirt.
ju
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ju  F/England
(F/England)   
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