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Jul 2013
An
This minute with you
is nothing,
an hour nothing,
a day nothing;
everything nothing,
chasing a feeling that's ducked down an alley,
the sound of nothingness,
the mute at the rally.
Simon Soane
Written by
Simon Soane  Manchester
(Manchester)   
400
   maybella snow
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