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Apr 2014
Pristine,
every trace gone,
to start clean.
As we did.
Spaces into habitat,
safe, warm
and scared,
shared in here.
A dot on a circle
in walls the age of trees.
Simon Soane
Written by
Simon Soane  Manchester
(Manchester)   
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