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Nov 2020
My soul’s in repair
‘Cause nature, I can’t mold with my hands
So I’m just watching them leave
While trying to find what’s wrong with me
As night looms, again...

In my life, night rules

I always see the truth when I’m facing you
Underneath our grand old sun; a new point of view
My soul dreams of you.
An older poem.
Written by
R N Tolliday  M/Melbourne
(M/Melbourne)   
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