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Jan 2017
'You're frowning', she said.
'It can't be that bad.
I switch thoughts, creating
plausible lies, hiding
protecting regrets.

Things done, never undone,
left to sink in the silt
of the best forgotten,
growing  into islands of debt.
Written by
Tony Luxton  Runcorn
(Runcorn)   
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