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Apr 2013
This blur held me
As dust fell upon dust
The speeding devil
A race upon not won

A corners cut
From a crosses held
The end a must
A drivers tale

This leadened foot
I know so well
Can only lead
Forgotten tale

This is the end
The crash foretells
A marriage broken
The in
Exhaled
andy fardell
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   Annelise Kearvell
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