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Aug 2015
Held so tight like a child
String wrapped around fingers
A last anchor in the abys
Then let go
No change of position
Just loss
Deep marks cut into fingers
All thats left
Faded minuites later
Then
Nothing
No memory
Micheal Wolf
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Micheal Wolf  On the edge of reason, UK
(On the edge of reason, UK)   
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