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Feb 2013
I knew this was coming
it's easy to push a thought away
I just lived my life
until this day.
Not much talking,
that's no problem
you look happy... in a way,
time to go now... what's that you say?
"there's a hole? I want to go inside? but I'm afraid?"
I speak the voice you know so well
"I'll go first"
a smile on your lips
it's time to go on my way,
arriving at my door
I hear the ringing of the phone
no need to answer it
I know the line's been cut.
Nick Moore
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Nick Moore  Cornwall
(Cornwall)   
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