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Sep 2022
They sat and warmed
their hands
on the dying embers
of a marriage
that once burned
out of control
huge orange flames
of laughter
that touched the sky
and touched
their souls.
Written by
Frances Raeburn  F/London
(F/London)   
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   Eshwara Prasad, TB, Maddy and TSPoetry
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