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Apr 2017
so you feel a little unwell
tight throat and your mouth a touch dry
that stone in your chest has started sinking to your gut
the flush of colour on your face ...
that is the wash of guilt dawning
the enormity of what you have done
isn't this an interesting place
the place you find yourself in
and this is onlyΒ first tide's turn

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Journey of Days
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