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Sep 2013
Eyes squint against the machine
gun moisture; tongue sweeps
lips dry and hair soaks
to add to spiralling streams
running tearlike around raw eyes;
Autumn brainfreeze strikes like
whiplash in back of head and
creeps vicelike around quivering
throat; a million pins into bare skin.
Face is upturned to the downpour.
ANH
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ANH  England
(England)   
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