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May 2017
Punching through a hollow void,
Quickly grabbing a falling boxed heirloom,
Just touching your finger tips,
Watching it fall into eternal chasm.

Plunging into depths searching,
To find treasure that's empty,
In an elegant wooden shell,
Diving to surface, notions stung,
Holding a wooden box of drained love.
It's about those closed book styles of people!
Ryan Holden
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Ryan Holden  26/M/Middlesbrough - England
(26/M/Middlesbrough - England)   
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