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Rose
"I want to tell you" she whispered
his heart cooled in the
sudden ice of their bed
"dont get mad" she urged
she'd been only fourteen with
a married man then
her mother taking charge and
from a long way off something about
a clinic
but what got him, sucked the love from him
was the tears
that claim of continuing loss
she'd even given him a name
no guilt
he ...
Sunday 9th August 2020 12:00 pm
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