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Apr 2018
Watching from a distance,
for devil hands keep me from escaping,
this dead full tide of unhappiness.

One chance failed on my behalf,
lied degraded turned everything to ruble,
why oh why did i let these sins persuade me.

As you suffered after taken the blows,
forced to o see who i truly am,
now i sit watching your endless suffering.

Yet i still cant drop an emotion,
thou sadden inside my heart,
if i ever see you again still can never say I'm sorry.
Michael Hill
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Michael Hill  Powell river
(Powell river)   
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