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May 2013
A soul
what is thAT
SOMETHING
I do not not know
but i held one here right
in my hand
seamed to come and go
when i say my hand, i mean my mind
my will held it so
it was like sand running through my fingers of my mind
i could just feel it like i was blind and feel every grain
do not surpose i will feel that again.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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