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We lie between the pages of a flimsy book
Sighing in a quaver’s breath
Flit like a dream
Wafting like autumn valley smoke
As enduring as a love letter in sand
Soft as a water colour after rain
Melting to nothing nothing nothing…
Open a window let me fly away
Leave go my hand and don’t say stay
Other atoms wait to stir me in
I go with nothing n...
Sunday 10th June 2012 9:40 am
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