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Aug 2019
Flurries have settled
Lurkers leave fading treads
And behind locked doors
They watch in the warmth
And the crew have gone
Where the bitter wind blows
While the silent deadringer
Waits in the snow.
Dawn Hogarth-Burton
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Dawn Hogarth-Burton
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