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Nov 2015
My head come out,
right out of the box

batteries not included
I can’t explain

for there was nothing at all
nothing I could grasp on to

Then that day
it was like being switch on
I become awake
then I become one
well in my brain
I can feel
heat, time that passes me by

Love
means so much more
it is the sweet feeling of being with a princess
confuses me
but I think I will know when I die.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
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