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Feb 2017
If it was
My brain ticks
Like it was
Tell me about it
like it was
Your swear at God
but I am no believer
The lines we cross
have we come to the bitter end
the higher we rise
the further we fall
falling from space
The space that is opened in my heart
only the if.
P@ul
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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