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Apr 2015
what price
we shall pay
to live alone
touching distant hands
the sight of young lovers
come and go
but
where are the sounds of joy
lost on an island  but not a paradise
without  companionship in your life
left alone
without a crumb to survive
Written by
Stu Harley
412
   Arlo Disarray
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