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Jul 2015
I cannot construct
nor complete
that sentence
which fits you
perfectly

I think

My head like scattered hay bales
cannot trick itself to see you
my thoughts like a minefield
watch out, danger

I think

It was you
it is you

I am not your territory
My body is a landscape unconquerable

I think, I know
Thomas Hardy
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Thomas Hardy  Kettering
(Kettering)   
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   Leyla Jude and Sara Murray
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