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Oct 2015
Much you make,
out of nothing,
just the thought of you is
exciting;
you breathing in Autumn,
your pace, your stay,
your wait.
Strident steps
full of all tense at once,
forging anew.
Simon Soane
Written by
Simon Soane  Manchester
(Manchester)   
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