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Jul 2014
On every brink
of an idea
you appear,
nestling with the dive
into thought,
you infuse and wrought.
Fought for position,
to lose,
back to tumbling
without lines
underlined ; or meant clarity,
as for you.
Simon Soane
Written by
Simon Soane  Manchester
(Manchester)   
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