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Aug 2014
When time becomes like a vapour,
The shape of one's self changes,
Lights that became burnt and warped,
Are an optimistic memory, angled at the future.
Hope, a vision still in sight,
But so blinkered in this vortex,
A maze so difficult to find footing or navigate,
But so delightful to ignore an easy to become marooned.
A not so pleasant hospital stay
Jonathan Sterry
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Jonathan Sterry  Dublin, Ireland
(Dublin, Ireland)   
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   Zak Krug
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