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Apr 2017
She arrived an hour late
I hadn't seen her for about ten months
We spoke for three quarters of an hour at least
She left this morning, fifteen seconds after she remembered me

     The smile that took my thoughts again
     From insecurity to a higher plain
     Saved me from another streak
     In a void for the terminally trendy weak

     A brief respite or painful act
     Based on the love of a factory cat
     The night had gone and left all seeing
     A ghost in the bathroom mirror steaming
Gordon Fussey
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