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Jul 2014
The bitter wrenching of my broken soul,
Distracts my dreaming eyes from her,
Waiting impatiently for some elusive event,
Some divine closure that confirms in the heart,
Still nothing comes....
Just a silence, breached by my breath,
A soft sigh, gutless and frail.
Jonathan Sterry
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Jonathan Sterry  Dublin, Ireland
(Dublin, Ireland)   
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