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Aug 2020
Throw the rope
I’m here
Barely hanging on
That’s clear
Throw it
I’m here
Racked with fear
Throw it
Let’s pretend
even at this late hour
Something
will stay dear
Written by
Frances Raeburn  F/London
(F/London)   
17
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