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PURPLE NOTES

THIS ROOM All I need is another call from you Doesn't matter how many minutes we use Need to hear the sound of your voice to soothe What more is there for me to do This room alone again The walls have become my best friends Late into the night, we conversate Conversations alone with these walls Echoing in the mind deep in the halls I say the color of these walls are beige, they say their tan Arguing with a wall does not make me a crazy man This room deep in my mind Trying to master my thoughts So many secrets, if these walls could talk If they told the truth I would say that's a lie But where else is there for me to hide As night comes outside I close my eyes Outside these walls is where my dreams flys ©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2020

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Nicola Beckett

Fri 24th Jul 2020 22:20

So sorry 🙏

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LEON STOLGARD

Fri 24th Jul 2020 16:33

Ta for the 'offer' Thomas but I'm on shift asap-will try and catch u later




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LEON STOLGARD

Fri 24th Jul 2020 16:33

Ta for the 'offer' Thomas but I'm on shift asap-will try and catch u later




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Paul Sayer

Fri 24th Jul 2020 10:00

HI Thomas, I see you are off to flying start.

Welcome and write on.

Nice style.
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