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Jun 2018
A foreign fire.
Boiling the skin on.
Aching arms.
Heaving, hollow.
Stones dissolve.
The life jacket the only identity.
The anonymity of a despairing face.
Water-logged clothes on invisible bodies.
Babies abandoned by the big blue woman.
The commuting pages in the brains of commuting bodies.
Bleaching the facts.
White. Washing it all away.
Another poem based on the refugee crisis, but it can be interpreted in many ways.
Nicole Louise
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Nicole Louise  Portsmouth
(Portsmouth)   
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