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Oct 2012
Beside you
this small child, follows
hides near you
they call your name, play with your hair

You fell out of
And
In this panic

The look he gave
saved you
when he was away,
you drowned yourself

And there, you were safe.
Written by
Claeys  Austin
(Austin)   
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