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Aug 2016
Draped in all our sheets
we are the purest kind of white
When I'm tucked into your chest
just before the pouring light

The kiss upon my forehead
means a break within the truth
That we are formidably broken;
at our fall, we are uncouth
Thomas Alan
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Thomas Alan  M/Newcastle, UK
(M/Newcastle, UK)   
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