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Sep 2014
Putting off things we think we cannot do,
Making our lives a waiting room.
Getting to grips with the past,
Having a manual for the present.

Taking advice, from enemies,
No directions exist.

Using our own resources,
Trying to get closer to
Ever closer to
Love

Love is perfection.
It is unattainable;
It drives us, forever,
Towards the end.
The end is the end of the current phase of life.
Elizabeth Hynes
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Elizabeth Hynes  Gender Nonconforming/London
(Gender Nonconforming/London)   
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