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Nov 2017
My pills on Tuesday make walk to left
by Thursday the right
so many spilt ends


BOO
now in the middle
offer me your hand
or kiss me on lips
and love me for whom I am

snow will fall this fall
I snow it all
Never talk to about what shampoo
not Friday
at all.


the lemon talks.
P@ul. ***.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
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