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Apr 2019
A shadow that aches;
tremulous against the cleansing of light.

Disembodied substance.
The cogito?
Or secrets wrapped in secrets,
the invisible reality.
Written by
Hywel Vaughan-Davies  50/M/UK
(50/M/UK)   
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   Harper
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