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Floating under the surface,
stones weighting her body,
gremlins and goblins
were hobbling her soul;
she's full to o'erflowing,
her faculties failing,
she swam with the fishes
and found her way home.
Last Modified: July 28, 2015 at 11:57 pm
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Author Notes
...an epilogue for Virginia Woolf
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2016
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