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Aug 2018
Unfallen tears glisten
unsaid words choke
unspent rage fades
at the back of my throat
I stare at the wet windscreen
my phone in my hand
the silence still falling
draining like sand
through fingers that stop grasping
as my eyes close to see
that this is the close
of our long closing scene
Movie scene close to real life.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  61/M/London, U.K.
(61/M/London, U.K.)   
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