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Feb 2017
Before sleep, I hear their ghosts
Across the dark, as the air blues
Into the cold hour
Up there beneath Orion
They trace a glint of water
Locked to the lodestone of their fragile skulls
Their winter mother calling them home
Crying Mersey, Mersey
Written by
john lindsay  manchester
(manchester)   
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   Olivia Kent
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