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Oct 2017
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Bought
Like you ******* think it can
Be sold.

How cold.
No more than mould
And you linger.

Now sold,
Salivate but he
Seals it with a finger.
Harry Roberts
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Harry Roberts  23/M/Between despair and joy
(23/M/Between despair and joy)   
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