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Nov 2015
When the last dream of you
I told you as soon as I could,
straight on wake;
the
tales
of
sleep
communicate.
Now
lay as a
closeness
rescinds,
oh,
the things we nearly did
with wings.
Simon Soane
Written by
Simon Soane  Manchester
(Manchester)   
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