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May 2016
what we build always falls
we let them up they break it down
our hearts and minds are warped from all these breaks
never really healing, never getting the chance
because when we do, it always to late
for they are up doing it all over again
for we are woman and they are men.
as i was relaxing and thinking of my mom this popped in my head
Michael Hill
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Michael Hill  Powell river
(Powell river)   
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