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She was dark, gamine, professional.
First time we argued.
The second she apologised
'Was I awful? '

Awakening.
At least ghosts report to memory.

What googol program
pulsing in abyssal depths
texted this stranger?

As waves lap our ankles
we are the ocean

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Richard George

Richard George

Cheltenham, U.K.
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