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Jun 2021
the cosy little nest that she had made
of their relationship is empty
the straws at which she had
one clutched
strewn all around her
now she runs around as
a headless chicken would
trampling on the empty eggshells
she now recognises
as his promises of eternal love
sheila sharpe
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sheila sharpe  74/F/Kegworth
(74/F/Kegworth)   
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