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For months it was lost
in the murk within my consciousness.
A poem, an urge to cry out,
brought about by your singing those intense hymns about God, lovers and rain.
I’ve survived the ups and downs of moods these past few weeks.
The words return at last to me.
Whether or not I can make sense of them is for the moment to tell . . .

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