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Dec 2016
I sit, staring through my tears,
still, against the quiet groaning of a heart
which weeps way beyond my reach,
lost within her fears and aloneness,
only tethered to this world
by a frayed grasp of my hand.
and so I hold on.
A hospital bed at Christmas
Steve Page
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Steve Page  62/M/London, U.K.
(62/M/London, U.K.)   
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