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. Another Winter in Zaraisk…
3. Snow in Zaraisk
4. Meditations on Marcus Aurelius
5. The pain’s the same size as the love

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