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To Donna Bull

 

A withered rose,

A rotten fruit,

A broken glass

A muffled cry.

 

A woman, gone too soon.

 

A shadow on a bright night,

A stain on white sheets

A hole in a solid wall,

A void, unfilled.

 

 

(You will be missed.)

 

18/11/13 17:57 Cambridge, UK

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