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Jul 2020
I have too much to explain
I cannot
For if I did it would spill out onto this table
Too much
For you
My blood
Bright red
Oozing through the Waterford glass and silver
People would think it red wine and laugh
I would see
My life
Spread out
Before me
Written by
Frances Raeburn  F/London
(F/London)   
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