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Sep 2013
just to sit in scalding water is not enough
to wash
  human days  off your skin

scrub through the dirt, the worry, the love
scrub until blood reminds you
we are more than organised paper and ink blots.
Sobriquet
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Sobriquet  27/Aotearoa
(27/Aotearoa)   
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   Eliza
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