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Jun 2018
I've a thing with darkness
It holds me in its grasp
Reaching out to touch me deep
Cutting chippings from the rasp
Whittling to its root
Healthy stem is left to shoot
Raw edges growing into hedges
A border
Leading
to
the
dawn
Kate Rebecca Hopwood
Written by
Kate Rebecca Hopwood  38/F/Liverpool
(38/F/Liverpool)   
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