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Aug 2016
it's the ache that blossoms between your rib cage
gnawing through all you thought was stone

it's the electricity that needles through your bones
slicing hope of ever holding a steady hand again

it's the violent **** of such a feathered nerve
shredding all that you wish to be settled
Sophie Hulmes
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Sophie Hulmes  Wales
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