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July 23

that night the wind howled so hard my bones

ached as the neighbours dog barked into it’s whistles

and i imagined you’d stood outside your little beach house,

halfway across the globe, arms akimbo, smiling like

you’d conquered something. and in that moment you had;

me.

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