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Aug 2017
How can you
**** up my dreams
buzz my words
make that sound
put it in my ears
how do you feel the passion
the air I smell is clean
sounds and dreams are not
Bullets are real
people drop
fall against a wall
flesh spills out
splatters
so ****** up.
Love P@ul. Hold my hand.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
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