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Nov 2020
An explosion,
pulse quickened,
the adrenaline itch
threatened to stifle me

throat constricted,
mouth cotton dried
as I eyed the few I could see
in the front row

then the music
as familiar as my pillow
gave a beat and suggested melody
and as I sang I rose
Dave Robertson
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Dave Robertson  46/M/UK
(46/M/UK)   
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