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Jan 2019
What you hold dear, others may have no grip on at all.

What you hold dear, to others may not even exist.

What you hold dear, may be all that someone needs to control you.

What you hold dear, is held by you alone.

But what you hold dear..
Sometimes..
You must let go.
Micheal Wolf
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Micheal Wolf  On the edge of reason, UK
(On the edge of reason, UK)   
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