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Those moments like water

Can’t ever be held forever

A tightened grip and they drip, drip, drip

Leaking between clasping fingers

To leave tell-tale marks

On soft furnishings


Memories squeezed into tears


Capturing tastes and odour and texture

To your mind it’s magnificent

A spur for others’ senses

Attempting that connection

Fully immersed and partly refreshed

Small pools of brine

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