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Mar 31
I recognise her hurled hurt
- pain
- frustration
- weariness
- can't wait to get out of this
in each unspoken sigh
each practiced cry
each queued curt response
that lay swallowed
and composed in the pit
of a fully evacuated stomach
an old draft, regurgitated
Steve Page
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Steve Page  62/M/London, U.K.
(62/M/London, U.K.)   
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