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Feb 2012
A basket of tissues

triggered in my eye

whilst tears of my own

roll slowly by



Imagine the souls

filling this chair

relating their woes

in this peaceful lair


Troubles counselled

to a stranger with a pen

jotting down everything

you keep within


Despite my own troubles

all I feel and see is them

the number of tissues

fallen in the bin
Victoria Reese
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Victoria Reese
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