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Jan 2019
It's funny how we can determine our worth through a job
I let mine go
My house has rarely been a home not healthy in its bones
All possessions are damaged goods
I need to let them go
Bit by bit
I throw them away
The letters
The pictures
The memories
Cannot be reframed
Soiled by a house in disrepair
Not sure where I'm going but it's not back there
Kate Rebecca Hopwood
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Kate Rebecca Hopwood  38/F/Liverpool
(38/F/Liverpool)   
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     Temporal Fugue, Fawn and Rich Hues
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