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Jan 2011
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Hiding behind uterine walls
confused and helpless.
Sight is for the blind
and then she spoke.

My breath was paralysed
I was an idiot with a pencil.
What a calamitous roar
if only I was deaf.
Copyright Samuel Francis
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Samuel Francis
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