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Mar 2012
you

whittled away so much of

me

to get

the shape you wanted

now cry

at the pieces

cast
down
on

the floor

you

got what you wanted not less but


“ more ”
can never title a piece of writing somehow it doesnt seem to fit what i write whatever that is ;o)
Eileen Prunster
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Eileen Prunster  Tasmania
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