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Feb 2018
love

cling to me
oh
ears
hear me

the council arose

what had they to offer

stones they began to cast

here me
here
me

they heard nothing

my eyes adjust to the pain

stolen from me is my last breath

over mountains
am
i
flown

yes
i
am


we can hear them now
they will never
here
me
now

we can hear them now
thief echoes
there echoes
who
was
that
?




















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branded glaciers GE
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branded glaciers GE
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   Mark Tilford
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