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Rebecca Flores Aug 2016
These battle wounds that i face every day of my life seam to be getting harder and harder to fight any more.
      These tears that i cant no longer hide seam to run faster and faster ever time i get beat down.
   It not right nor far that i have to live this life i do always wondering what happiness fells like and what it is to be loved and not hated on or beat up.
Paul Hardwick May 2015
Just sitting
listening to Alan Parsons
Rubbing Germolene
into my arm
after a battal with the roses
in my garden
rubbing in Germolene
as my arms now stinging
trying to relax
picking up my pen
and writting words down
try to make sense of them all
as the fumes
of the Germolene ant nice
but stopped the stinging in my arm
Germolene
the gardeners
best friend
and makes you smell like
you've just come
from the gym
P@ul.
So true love P@ul.                  :-)

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