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Sep 2012
feels like age's
since i have been here before
walking in the pink snow of night making my feet ach
and so hard to move any more
woman
why do you follow me
yet say nothing more and more
the night was black then i heard someone scream
woman why do you follow me
i do not follow you in this pink snow
at that moment i woke up.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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