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Loss
In those darkest, darkling months
when both belief and hope were lost
when love was stretched taught beyond endurance
when pain and understanding spiralled
Still
There was some doubt of destiny:
could love be snatched away;
and child a mother lose?
A new reality to supplant all we knew
and dreamt.
...Monday 1st May 2017 12:04 pm
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