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Nov 2023
Incomplete
My being is slipping
through your fingers now
like sand
the me I used to be
falling at your feet
tiny graduals of me
irritatingly present
transparent
incomplete
Written by
Frances Raeburn  F/London
(F/London)   
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     Dani Just Dani, RandleFunk and Pax
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