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Nov 2015
The first line came easily,
so I seized the moment,
then stumbled through a jumble,
half memories, half queries.

It had seemed beautiful
when I spoke it to the night
but now wasted, wounded,
like a lasered tattoo.
Written by
Tony Luxton  Runcorn
(Runcorn)   
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