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Dec 2022
A poem is a flawed thing
made by damaged hands,
thoughts yet complete,
words unsound,
but close, like a whisper away,
as close as a line-break,
to the heart of something
Steve Page
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Steve Page  62/M/London, U.K.
(62/M/London, U.K.)   
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