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May 2017
As we struggle for air
Waves crash black bones,
Trees subjugate,
Flocks congregate,
Lost, like dog without bone,
We wither away endlessly
Without a say,
but remain warm
For arms of open joy,
As we fear we might lose
A place we once built,
But remain blind
Of her flawless beauty.
Ryan Holden
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Ryan Holden  26/M/Middlesbrough - England
(26/M/Middlesbrough - England)   
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