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

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