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Sep 2012
you are the woman
that i loved

but could not find a way to love
i could not tell you what you men t to me

for the woman before you hurt me
like a sting in our tail

so pretty woman

you are the woman
that was not men t to be

so now i live all by myself
in misery

but i pry that one day this might come

my woman that was not ment to be.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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   Will Mercier
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