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Jul 2017
I was born Human
never addicted
but this old house falling down
around my ears
I can hear it fall down
creaks and wood beads
but gives me nothing

no smells
no youth
what was me
not you
for I am the only one
being and the end of truth thick about it
Hold on to
WHAT I   S    YOU

Lay down beside me
Next morning sweep me up
or **** me you up your vacuum pipe
Woman
Hold me
Give  me
LIght
For once listen to a man
By the way love you.
Tell me you
have never been there?
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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