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Oct 2015
My garden hurts me
as walk among the roses
they grab at my flesh
to rip off my bones
but soon is halloween
and from the garden the roses will run
never to return till the sun shines bright
the weak always wins.
P@ul.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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   Olivia Kent
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