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Jan 2018
i hear it against train station tiles and it untangles me
from people's loud hats and gloves and eyes,
where phoned pockets hold love and loss.
i am left there standing in the sound of silence
with memories  dripping   off     me
Camilla Green
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Camilla Green  everywhere and nowhere
(everywhere and nowhere)   
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     Pat Broadbent and Ivan Brooks Sr
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