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Dec 2013
the mass, the clouds  lay heavy,

rain that came, that blinded

again.



blinded those that could not see

the love and idle artefacts, each one

a statement of nothing in particular.



phased those that drove the cwm

in site of home, that stopped, saw

nothing.



water that seeps, insidiously into mind,

spoils all things.



things that can be mended.



he said that most people throw broken plates away.

sbm.
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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