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Jan 2011
it started
as a crumb
a shining
thorn in the
side of my finger
and grew
til abruptly,
on the bus
I looked around
unable to
breath.
startled
because
the memory of
you had suddenly
lifted heavily
away
from my
shoulders.
Copyright FHW, 2011
F White
Written by
F White
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