Writing
Wednesday, 30 March 2016
XXXII
I put my head down
That's where tragedy struck
Yes, girl...
Grandad is going,
You are coming,
Look after yourself.
Put your shoulder to the wall.
I'm with you.
Red out,
Light in.
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