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Jan 2012
Inside of us there is something screaming.
It just has to get out, walk about.
But I carry on regardless.

And no I can remember how it feels.
To love and hold you.
All through the night.

But then love slips alway.
Into the night, but that is so not right.
Happy holidays all
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
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