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Aug 2015
I once had
a gold divining rod
It led me to the source
of love
~ It led me to you ~
but it got bent
much too easily

~ the shine was lost

the gold was
naught but glitter
covering a petrified twig

which just snapped...
love is not all its seems
Anto MacRuairidh
Written by
Anto MacRuairidh  Derry
(Derry)   
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