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Apr 2013
W h e n!
my MIND left my body
to flot in TIME it's self
all I remember if it
is here
for you all to see

the air seamed to me thicker there
it was hard to breath
and while gasping for air
it was plain to me
that I should some how
not let go of my soul
for that ment much to me
all thought like a distent image to me
my soul I did hold

and while watching my skin
turn from white back to pink
I knew
me and that thing
I call my soul
came home.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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