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Oct 2012
Today dripped down me like a dream
Under the sheets
I can feel it with my
Toes.
Grains of salty thoughts between them.

Today, nothing much happened
And nothing was said
The conversations had no effect, they’re
Dead.
They drowned.
Written by
May  Galway
(Galway)   
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