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Jan 2020
having but denying
having nothing to do
(with such people)
always learning
(but never the truth)

of everything you wanted
of everything you had
of everything you placed, so gently, into the sink

watched it curl up
curl out
twirl
link

a rainfall, an echo, a star
some days you live in them, up there, too bright
three in a row
branch of the vine
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branch of the vine  22/F/England
(22/F/England)   
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   Fawn
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