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Sep 2014
Floating on the wind,
Staring at the void,
I carry the null of my sum,
As I come falling, slowly down.
The rage that claws in my soul,
Surrenders itself to fright,
Yielding a pugnacious grudge,
That spills into the night.
Jonathan Sterry
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Jonathan Sterry  Dublin, Ireland
(Dublin, Ireland)   
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