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Sonnet 1 - Chorlton Water Park
Face down in the water, she was found, unknown,
a mystery shrouded in the middle of Chorlton's grace,
No name breathed out, no story to call her own,
her life lost in a fleeting, haunted trace,
Lime-green top, drifting in endless sleep,
jeans covered in watery hue lay tragically still,
A tragic tale over the banks, sorrows deep
her mystery longers, pushing against our will.
...Tuesday 2nd April 2024 7:35 pm
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