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Jun 2016
Your sneers turn to laughter,
adding torment for free.
You share a never ending tirade
of abuse that is Hellish to me.
I live for a moment of love and respect,
but your cruelty continues, with your mockery
and my please you reject.
It wouldn't hurt if you didn't care.
Richard Leavesley
Written by
Richard Leavesley  Smethwick
(Smethwick)   
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   --- and Mark Parker
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