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Apr 2017
These words do dance
one time this
one that
a sound
a feeling
taking away breath
holding my nose
purple cloths
dance that what was not me
never was not before
I was what I am now
In the beginning Light
dribbling down my shirt
confused by myself
this my moment in time
what time is this
the united states did what
will I have two hands
tomorrow?
Lick P@ul. ***.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
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