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Jan 18
This pressure cooker,
supposedly life.
Scrambling to meet
a husband or wife.
Missing the things,
needed the most.
slipping from life,
becoming a ghost.
I've got potato,
bring me some leek.
I'll put it together,
await your critique.

So . . .

Lets do soup together.
Today, tomorrow.
Maybe forever.

Missing the simple things
Sara Kellie
Written by
Sara Kellie  Other/Lancashire. UK
(Other/Lancashire. UK)   
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