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Nov 2015
You blanc me of your words
paint out all my words
paint me over with white
as if, I had never been here before

Get your decor on
but whithen peace
Be whole again
smile drift on look to where you lost your balance

Never feel the fall as it happens to you
never fall never anymore

You become the man so grounded
and the why you feel is grounded

So why are we not talking?
P@ul.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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