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Jun 2016
there are
names we
do not say,  
they form
pockets,
places the
rain has to
move to
get around.
a note that
when struck
is as
resonant
as the wolf,
whose howl
breaks the
sea, carves
the name
through
you & me.
katie
Written by
katie  Liverpool
(Liverpool)   
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