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May 2017
I wave goodbye to hopefulness
as all the lonely do
furthest am I from a wanted heart
closest,my despair,am I to you.

Burdened by this love lost weight
born of emptied truth
all is in declination
like times hand,in the hand of departing youth.

©   Jemima Jones 21st May 2017
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Jemima Jones
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