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May 2015
You leave
but make no effort with doors,
small barriers rescind without touch,
I love you much.
A room with walls is nothing now
when maybe glides in the skies beat eyes;
everywhere usurping somewhere,
no lurks in lairs
or nestled corners;
a warmer, a light,
where all is all right.
Simon Soane
Written by
Simon Soane  Manchester
(Manchester)   
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