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Jun 2015
Cup
A gaze trying not to settle
runs through
all the things I know,
so far,
about you.
Fear being abrupt or early,
although,
unfurl thee.
Contains rush in awesome hush;
quiet and curled up
tries not to think on the cup,
the cusp of the cup.
Simon Soane
Written by
Simon Soane  Manchester
(Manchester)   
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