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Jun 2015
Hole in my hands
holes in my feet
which when on I walk
the rust of old nails
bubbles through
and if i put my hands over my eyes
I see my lands in a 3D stereo scope
but I can do nothing about
that hole humanaty gave me in my heart.
true story i am told  P@ul.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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