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May 2016
You so ******* look at me
right now
I hate white paper
my pen is primed
but my mind is not
and you white page just sit there
glowing back at me
I so want to black on you
but black what
make a mark
all things in my head
are so clear
but looking at you
seams to give me nothing
I hate you now white page
do not mock me
I saw that
write that here
no I will not.
True StoryΒ Β P@ul ***.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
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