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Nov 2016
Like a child I curl up.
I'm doubled over in a mixture of ache and soft comfort
It crawls up to my heart. Heaving and tender.
I just lay there almost paralised waiting for it to pass
I grab a bite to eat and fall asleep
Written by
Iona Betts  St Albans
(St Albans)   
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