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Jan 2017
Haze in my brain
its part of me
I have my own soul
the devil has never won
but as I get older
everything seems more purple
and less and less clear
not by sight
just by the dreams
that my head seems now to have
mixing everything up
is it wrong
to fall in love with an ex?

Or see more clearly what was there in the first place.

haze  D r e a M.
P@ul. ***.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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