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Oct 2021
A cello’s open C
nearly derailed me.
Cerys snuck it in,
slow Sundaying,
nearly made me stop the car
and howl
as the bow drew on my guts
like blissful punishment,
the sullen throb
calling human
Dave Robertson
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Dave Robertson  46/M/UK
(46/M/UK)   
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