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Nov 2018
My journal is burning
While I write down the words
that never will be seen
and never will be heard

Burning coals cover the ground
fires starting all around
and I know the things I’ve lost
never will be found

It’s so hard to even start
when the ending is in sight
and the dreams of this night
will never see the light
Sean Hunt
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Sean Hunt  Windermere, Cumbria
(Windermere, Cumbria)   
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