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Feb 2017
It is quite
above all it's me
That's where
We go home from
dip your toe in
to the sea
that can bite you
stings and verbs
wipe you out
the government wants the earth
that's where things come from
I think they will never stop
we must these thing are for you
for me
it's late
I get tired
Now feeling nothing at all
But living here
above in this space.
Get a load of that **** P@ul.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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