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 pain’s the same size as the love
2. Waterloo Station
3. The Counsellors
4. Snow in Zaraisk
5. Laundry Blues

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