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May 2016
Arsenic sea under my steps
The echoing loud
Too hard to forget.
Peculiar things happened while
Labouring through
This darkened street
Where the monsters sleep.
Hitchock we're done
With your whistling numbers
I need something less daunting tonight
Why don't you
Give me some light.
I'm only passing through,
Just give me some advice.

What way do I go for the rest of my life?
Emma Duncanson
Written by
Emma Duncanson  Glasgow
(Glasgow)   
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