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Jul 2018
The water may be clear but the glass may not
Sweaty fingers smearing the outside container
Muddying up our view of the clean flow  
Tipping away the contents
unless we taste its smooth
cool afterglow
Unclear glasses piled up
in the sink
Kate Rebecca Hopwood
Written by
Kate Rebecca Hopwood  38/F/Liverpool
(38/F/Liverpool)   
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     Timothy, Temporal Fugue and TSPoetry
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