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Apr 2021
There is nothing much left now
feelings fall
like autumn leaves
crushed by heavy boots
and soon forgotten in
winters debris
there is nothing much left now
but a spring clean
of everything we ever
strived to be
Written by
Frances Raeburn  F/London
(F/London)   
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