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Jan 2016
Its takes up your breath
makes your lungs hurt
you feel it in your chest
you can take a breath
but you can leave that outside
it will not burn your lungs
if you you outside
and you are in

Me I am who I am
and you are well you
( this will never be an easy ride).

lets dancing, in a dream of my life
I see her there
swinging her hips
I am singing

Everybody needs a ***** for pillow
by all I have is SMOG.
P@ul.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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   Olivia Kent
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