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Oct 2016
Black crows
Circling calling
Spitting our names
Black shroud descends
Suns shadow lengthens darkens
Trapped in a box
I am cracked
Bones snap
Voices break
Blood runs cold in my veins
Lifeless hopeless loveless
Skin is too big
For the withering breath
That no longer rises and falls
In time to the beat of a heart
With a wide gapping hole
A hole so big
A hole so deep
A hole so wide
It divides
This conquered place
I won't let you see my face
Or the lines and the groves
Of the tracks my tears have made
Fingertips are numb
I can't reach out and touch
The heat of your body
I'm not just anybody
I embody all that is good in you
Step in time
With the feet that are both yours and mine
Clair Meyrick
Written by
Clair Meyrick  Kent UK
(Kent UK)   
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   Doug Potter
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