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Nov 2021
You left last night
in a hurry
but you left tiny bits of yourself
scattered
in a bit of a flurry
not sure what to do with them now
seems wrong to sweep them away
still
you were the one who left last night
in a bit of a hurry
Written by
Frances Raeburn  F/London
(F/London)   
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