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Oct 2012
Fin
It's over.
You could say that it was doomed from the start.
We both saw it,
We chose to ignore it,
And now we pay the price.

Our castle was built on sand.
I saw the cracks forming long before it collapsed.
Amidst the confusion we were separated.
And now we are lost,
Never to meet again.
Conor Wilson
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Conor Wilson  Cornwall
(Cornwall)   
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