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Apr 2018
Sleep with words all hidden;
   Cant be dealt with after bitten.
Silence takes my mind too far;
   And yet still i try to par.
Breath of wind in my face;
   I start to take a certain pace.
Fingers light, pull my hand;
   Makes a strong holding band.
Matthew Cie
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Matthew Cie  15/F/No
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