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Sep 2017
My eyes move over the beautiful mountains beneath the sun
Although they are treacherous I am pulled to come
Beautiful faces are the same but explain why they need so much attention
Vanity in objects of desire often seek but you start to run
Don't hide away because the less you see then the river will flood the landscape hum..............................................................­..
Two souls in the wind.
Peter Kiggin
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Peter Kiggin  44/M/Wigan
(44/M/Wigan)   
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