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Jul 2017
I'm used to holding my breath,
Forcing out jokes,
Always afraid to show how I feel,

But with you, I breathe easy,
No lump in my throat.
And I guess that means this is real.
Just a short one I wrote on the bus! Happy Tuesday!
Pete King
Written by
Pete King  Liverpool
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