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Feb 2017
Every night as I lie in my bed the voice...
It screams your name inside my head
No matter how I try to block you out
You ultimately conquer my tormented spirit

Yet, paradoxically without this voice I am lost,
Hearing it, I am found
For in this brief moment we are together
Until reality kicks in-I'm transported to your room
And there you are....
In bed with him....
And my heart lies broken...
The Lovely One...my unrequited one. Does she know my feelings for her?? I cannot openly declare them...the stakes are to high..
Paul James Woolley
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Paul James Woolley  71/M/Lichfield UK
(71/M/Lichfield UK)   
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