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Nov 2023
My tears fall
like tiny glass memories
they do not  crash
upon the floor
a bit like me
they flow and ebb
and gently
dissolve into
another
not so good night
Written by
Frances Raeburn  F/London
(F/London)   
89
   Aquilla
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