Poem by Mary Hobson

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Now I will always know that you died.
Now I am an imperfect cadence,
only to be resolved
by my own death.

1. The Counsellors
2. The pain’s the same size as the love
3. For Neil. 11 February, 2011
4. Snow in Zaraisk
5. Waterloo Station

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