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Jan 2016
A hair raising brush
A venomous look
A breaking fluttering
A time consuming yearning
Nothing can control
Inevitability
Nothing can become of this


In a moment of weakness a lifetime could be created in a wink.
Written by
Paul Lost  Dublin
(Dublin)   
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