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Dec 2018
I haven't picked up a pen in a while,
the thought occurring to me only after my lover asks for soft words.
Choking down a sob of quiet remedies and second hand smoke,
the inhalation fills the mind of a previously empty space,
and its comforting whisper,
curls its tendrils into locks of hair and announces its surprise.
Isobel Webster
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Isobel Webster  Australia
(Australia)   
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