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Oct 2018
Call on me
When you feel your feet slipping on the rocks
Jumping with precision landing on firm socks
Markings black shadow spots seen in full
Light body brilliance counterbalance dark pall
To your self now
Voice speak deep
Senses feel the ground
Viewing from the peak
Kate Rebecca Hopwood
Written by
Kate Rebecca Hopwood  38/F/Liverpool
(38/F/Liverpool)   
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     Temporal Fugue, Timothy and H-B
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