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Who Am I.....just brilliant, no need to say more, loved it.
why do we hurt, nice work Maryanne, lovely touch at the end, the brain of mankind, I love words that flow and sometimes dance, yours do both, keep up the good work.
Death is in the birds that flyAnd in the morning sunriseTogether life and death abide.Silence is the death of me.That silence without a centreThat does not know, Is attached to nothingAnd does not compare,