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Dec 2016
A cool breeze of relief
Blows through my fears,
Bringing perspective
And a light shade of assurance.
So while I still feel
The taunts of the monster,
Her voice has grown fainter
Because you now hold my hand.
A quick write while dwelling on the past.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  62/M/London, U.K.
(62/M/London, U.K.)   
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