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May 2014
Just wanted
some shopping
but I had to walk through the wood
while walking smelling the flowers
and nettles
I found
I walk through my darkness
all the woman i had knew
this used to be my destiny
and the darkness
clawed at me
and what I call my own
which makes me
not all
I would be
had to walk
in that wood
and remember things
just not looking at squirrels
and things
around me
I left that wood
hung with
pixie dust
as it is my life
must.                 ...  ... ...
                     .   .        .     .      .
                             .    .           .   ;
Maybe you can tell me what I was thinking.  P@ul
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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