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Oct 2017
You were
the sight
the sound
that began it all
the gentle
warming
the convection
of currents
emotional and thermal
through the simple cup
of milk
the simple cup of milk
that now stands
with a skin
of white slime
impossible to shake
from my finger tip
impossible to
consume
without the sensation
of disposal
of other
Paul Goring
Written by
Paul Goring  England
(England)   
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