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Aug 2020
breathing
When there is nothing else left
I suspect
I will see you
Exhausted but still breathing
Trudging wearily
Over the precipice
To find us again
Know this
I will be here
Still breathing too
Written by
Frances Raeburn  F/London
(F/London)   
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     Joyce Matula Welch, --- and Qualyxian Quest
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