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Apr 2013
No-one knows the amount souls I have kissed, for a slice, of a taste of freedom.....

Now I hold my own tongue, lest it should be so rude.

Words are diminished.

'We are Closed' sign eliminates from my lips

Mouth stays dry.

And I remain hungry for tomorrow.

Lest the souls come for me, for now, I remain

Hungry,

and

Free.
Rachael Stainthorpe
Written by
Rachael Stainthorpe  Huddersfield
(Huddersfield)   
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