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Nov 2015
Your hands are open, palms up and honest.
My pockets are heavy,
wish I could break apart these fists
throw these weights over the edge.

We’re standing by the ocean watching the tide-
you feel the water on your toes
I watch it leave.
You show me open palms
and I apologise for heavy pockets
we stay by the water, cold and confused.
Martha O'Brien
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Martha O'Brien  UK
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