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Jun 2018
Strip everything back to a blank canvas.
  And find a colour that fits.
For what is painted on the inside, is what is really seen upon the outside.
  For even the best looking can be overlooked.
For if you look properly looks are like a cover of a magazine.
  Made to draw you in.
Yet it is still what’s on the inside that makes you want to buy it.
And for like a cover of a magazine.
   Over time it gets wrinkled and loses its glossy looks.
And so too do we.
And there for in the end, it is only what’s on the inside.
That is all that is left to see.
Barry
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Barry  48/M/New Zealand
(48/M/New Zealand)   
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