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4d
All a poor child has is eye level
There is no understanding that anything existing above
WE are not allowed to see Heaven
Just told IT exists , like its pleasure really existed
I would Pray not to Pray
But to take the beauty of life by both hands and pretend this is the superficial Heaven
I am easily forgotten
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Darrel Weeks  57/M/UK
(57/M/UK)   
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