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Nov 2015
please, don't leave me high,

the others left, but you seem strangely comforting

i can't even put a finger on it

rarely i think with my heart

my head tends not to cry

it is been through hell

i want you most.
Henk Holveck
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Henk Holveck  31/M/Las Vegas
(31/M/Las Vegas)   
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