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Mar 2018
The agony of your absence arrests me.
A wave that consumes. I cannot clutch-
you simply slip straight through my fingers.

I’m thirsty yet drowning as it washes the wounds
which you licked clean for a time; but no more.
Laura
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Laura  27/F/England.
(27/F/England.)   
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