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Sep 2015
She gave me
the map of

her
self.

It was exact &
up to the moment

but changed
as we moved

through the landscape
of the future.

Now with heartbreak
it is

out of date with
a section missing.


Where we should meet
is a crease

so worn and torn
we can see right through

to the reality
of defeat.

I look to the stars
for guidance

to orientate me
through all the hate

but it is too late
the map

no longer
exist.
Donall Dempsey
Written by
Donall Dempsey  Guildford
(Guildford)   
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