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Still, you stood beside meand pointed out somedreamsand told me which ones were the favouritesuntil, like the paint brush thathas been dipped intotoo many acrylics just doesn’tknow what shade it ownsI started shouting atthe horizon to leave me for a little bit.
J.D. Harms
John Hansen PAL
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Very impressive poetizing. Loved this.
Freelancer, short fiction writer, and award-winning poet who loves experimenting with different styles and genres. Writing is in my soul and it won't leave!
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