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Aug 2017
I craft


Another day is slipping past and I don't know whether to cry or laugh

The world is for me just a mirage of a scenario that eyes came over once to cast

Nothing ever means that much to me or is it something I just haven't seen or forgotten when I was here sometime last

I cried today to know what could have passed or was it a dream I had that could have happened but only by me today I help to craft
Peter Kiggin
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Peter Kiggin  44/M/Wigan
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