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My Isle of Wight School Trip, 1987
Tendrils of sight swim
memories from my child mind
vast Graveyards flash past
the coach windows
as I sat alone,
my split-self bristling
against the fabric seats
My school friends chatter
then later they climb
into sleeping bags, safe
I brought my heart out
into the moonlight, breathless
learning how not to wake
others with my grief
whilst you took your half
of my heart
high up int...
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