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Aug 23
It's all been said before,
A series of events,
You know the score.

Everything was lost,
An inevitable pull,
Towards the void,
At what point do you loose control?

A decision had to be made,
Before this force, had me slade.

Reaching the lowest point,
Time to rip this joint,
A place never to return,
See the signs,
Before the burn.
Nick Moore
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Nick Moore  Cornwall
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