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Jan 2016
Come, kiss my forehead
and blow the last moment out
the back of my skull,
just like ***** Harry might.
When a kiss takes your attention away from the world for a moment.
Harry Randle-Marsh
Written by
Harry Randle-Marsh  England
(England)   
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