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Feb 2012
Sometimes when I lay in bed at night.
I listen to my hearts gentle beat.

But when you lay next to me.
My heart quicken's.

Is it that 'I am frighten of you.
Or is it that love lives in the heart.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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