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Oct 2018
All he was was cold
And all he held was gone
Every flake fell flat
And every step dragged on

All he said stayed silent
And all he felt was numb
Every tear was frozen
And every seal undone

All he'd dreamed had faded
And all he'd saved was spent
Every hope stayed distant
On this his last descent
Built on a stolen first line from the radio.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  61/M/London, U.K.
(61/M/London, U.K.)   
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