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Apr 2016
waiting for you
one eye fixed on the door
why is this given hell
hold my hand
for **** touch me
how do the hell I know
you know that to
and pass me by
even feeling my attraction
smells came and went
as you walked past
Hip hip Hop.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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