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May 2018
Falling through time with less to spear along the way.
Falling through time with nothing but time as a constant friend.
Falling through time holding hands and growing old with in it’s grasp.
Falling through time with nothing but time as a constant reminder of what could have been, or what may yet too be
Falling being the hardest thing not knowing if you’ll ever be court.
Barry
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Barry  48/M/New Zealand
(48/M/New Zealand)   
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