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Nov 2015
That's how you make me feel
just that thought
put's my teeth on edge
we do not speak of it
but in mind it always is
ice cream on toast
talking freezes my brains
and as the pain
hurts my teeth
it also freezes my brains
try, try try
all things are the same
try, try again
she does not know how to feel
this is a bad day.
P@ul.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
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