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Kelvingrove Memories
Stumbling across a hidden riverĀ
lost amongst lush greenery
where grass and stones collide
I feel my thoughts split open
the tacky pull of damp ground
the grand firmness of dry bark
and these muddy banks transporting me...
In my swirling senses
the immediate evaporates
I hear water rushing
rushing
rushing into the past
Where teenage bodies dive
and teenage bodies glide
where clen...
Sunday 12th April 2015 12:03 am
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