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Sep 2014
Drowning
your absence
is the hand,
clawed
at the back of my neck,
holding my head under
darkened water,

you really wanted me
to drown for you,
didn't you?
Dean Eastmond
Written by
Dean Eastmond  Weymouth
(Weymouth)   
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