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May 2016
Why do I do it?
Why do I torment myself so?
Why do I imagine things that will never be?
Why do I interpret more than is ever said?
Why do I see things as me and you?
Because you bring my soul to life.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2016
Paul Gilhooley
Written by
Paul Gilhooley  Wallasey
(Wallasey)   
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   ---, Onoma and Mary Winslow
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