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Sep 2015
Only places between us.
Narrow burrows,
furrowed rows,
and thick tracks,
and motorways.
They look small from above.
Slight interconnections
gathering for stride;
your eyes,
oh,
your eyes.
Simon Soane
Written by
Simon Soane  Manchester
(Manchester)   
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