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Oct 2014
Her eyes, Her hair, Her laugh, Her.
She is perfection.
My heart longs for her after,
After it was too late.
It was all but gone,
My chance and faith,
After our brief stammer,
She deserves better,
And I am a glass hammer.
David Doran
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David Doran  Ireland
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