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Jul 2017
I am

The final grinding ***** to the sea
A river ventured but not the way it should be
Remember just floating natural and free
My eyes were never clear enough to believe
My beautiful world turned into shattered dreams
I know death will bring me a soul of pure peace
I will I am I cry I sink into the sea
Peter Kiggin
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Peter Kiggin  44/M/Wigan
(44/M/Wigan)   
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