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Aug 2017
Girl, you get me to fall down at your knees
and you taste like battery acid to me
really not nice
but still love you so
as my tough sticks to the roof of my mouth
feels next day like *****
peels off making me gag
and your feet stink
fills up a room
and you wonder why
I am not really here at all
I dream of Pink lemons.
LOve ***.

Sorry Girls.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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