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Jan 2020
The words trickled over your lips
A petrifying waterfall that sprayed
Phrase with icy shards
The words
I did not hear
Although
I know that malice this unkind
Springs from greater hidden pools
Out subterranean empty halls
That echo slightly with the drops
Written by
Sam Lawrence  52/M/London
(52/M/London)   
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