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Oct 2012
When that lady spoke
i found it hard to see her
as i was lost in my own mind
the softness of her skin
and her eyes that seamed to draw me in
like a black hole
not even letting light come from within.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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   Eileen Prunster, --- and JL
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