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Jan 2020
I didn’t know stubborn until I saw it
in the lines of my face,
reflected in the mirror.
The dark smudges under my eyes
boast of restless nights spent
chasing you,
always waking before the moment when
our hands touch.
EmB
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     Indeed, CZ, Cathy, Patrick and E Bhrèagha
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