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Friday, 9 December 2011

Wishing Well


You heard me crying
In the dark softly,
The resounding
Of the voice
I have lost.

In that dark
You spoke
To my silence.
You stroked
My bending head
As you would
A child,
Sent into
The maelstrom
Of a school yard.

We do not mean
The deepest cuts
Our kindness makes,
Nor should we
Know.

JL Dec 9th  10:49

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