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Feb 2022
The weight of the world
as it waits for the red, red earth to move
a collective breath held
as a personal fear is shared

For a news cycle, we care
and choke a little at the tiny coffin
before clowns and sabre-rattlers
blind us from the graves behind
Dave Robertson
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Dave Robertson  46/M/UK
(46/M/UK)   
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