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May 2017
Reality get up my nose
and makes me ******* sneeze.

Makes me be like this
I am Feel.

I think you forget
what time is?

And what we were
young love.

But I am not young
and most have died on my own.

you are welcome!
Like bringing back Coke   *** ups P@ul.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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