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I should let you go.

For you, love has no purpose.

 Its loss will teach you.

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©  Paul Nichol

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I see your mobile,

its appearance tells me, that

He has disappeared.

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© Paul Nichol.  2016

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In bed, I hug you.

Whilst they hold, your deep desires.

How can I compete?

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©  Paul Nichol.  2016

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Creativity.

A stone thrown into water.

Ripples through the mind.

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©  Paul Nichol

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I found religion

down the back of my sofa,

lost it years ago.

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© Paul Nichol.  2016

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My poetic tongue,

it is entwined, never free

to shape my souls thoughts.

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© Paul Nichol.   2016

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