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Sep 2022
Leave your words here
scattered across the floor
its late
you’re tired
I will pick them up tomorrow
look at them
in the cold light of day
discard and throw away
the ones that might make you stay.
Written by
Frances Raeburn  F/London
(F/London)   
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