Nina Hall Biography

If a dog is mans best friend
Then you were his woman shadow
For many years each footstep
Has been yours to follow
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And of what black barbs was this old flow
Of oil which constance with nothing to show
But reacting in a downward spiral vein
Direct to dull and stop a happy heart flame
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And its broken, .....not even desert in the night
Absorbed by the deepest of dynamite
But slow in exploding out ripping and stripping
And tearing of my everything over reality slipping
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The dull sun bore a whole in me
Starting like a mirrors fleeting flash
All bright and stark clean
The whisper of a hint in a dream
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A mark as thin and 2D as the foggy white
Reflected in prisms that wink and flash by
Respectfully bows its blue fathom head
To You
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