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Jul 2017
The shape of this
cord
hanging between me and death
just that
hold your nose
for baybe I never will do
****'s in public
trying not to embarrass
the people that do
or smell of poo.

**** I do not know that was a full stop there
sneaked upon me
so there it is
just a dot
a stop
ink
stain
not a little stop
maybe
a gain




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P@ul.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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