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May 2013
How many times does the world end
In just one day? Think on it and delve
Only then, it seems, we can see;
Locked hands unlocked,
Precious footsteps retreating,
Weathered toys lost to cities,
Answers answered with a shaken head,
Prices raised, expectations lowered.
Dropped bombs on the little people,
We all have our apocalypse
But then red lips like flags announce
The little twinkling lights through your smile.
Danny O'Sullivan
Written by
Danny O'Sullivan  London
(London)   
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