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Oct 2017
A portrait of you I found somewhere,
Your eyes had an abstracted glare.
Why do I keep this?
Maybe to reminisce.
A time I caved into your snare.
David Hutton
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David Hutton  34/M/Edinburgh
(34/M/Edinburgh)   
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