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Aug 2015
A silence grows from the remains of grief
Empty chairs where no one sits
The air we breathe a subtle shift
The light filled space
Leaves its shadow fingers trace
A whispered voice in stagnant air
Listen carefully you'll find her there
Clair Meyrick
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Clair Meyrick  Kent UK
(Kent UK)   
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