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Apr 2014
You say words you might not remember,
bless you,
in December
and every month
with a name,
on their lips,
your name.
You run through minutes
and moments,
i count seconds around you,
no hue
or cry
around you,
tears near, many or few,
crashing summers before our gust;
master piece, master peace.
Simon Soane
Written by
Simon Soane  Manchester
(Manchester)   
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