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May 2014
I lived in the rush to brush the dangerous, I ran right to the edge of love, hanging onto the illusion of you, the allure of a mirage in the expanding desert of prevarication.
Patricia Tsouros
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Patricia Tsouros  Dublin, Ireland
(Dublin, Ireland)   
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