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Jan 2013
No sound, no affirmation
we are treading splinters
thumbing a pile of yellowing books.
Ash shaken
so we emerge
resolution at the knell.
Moorhens then flew from the eaves
a blessing in disguise.
topaz oreilly
Written by
topaz oreilly  england
(england)   
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