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. Laundry Blues
4. Death and the Biker
5. They’ll say ‘Do you remember when…?’

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