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Jul 2019
Tangled up by that  of which can not be said.
Longing to let lose these thoughts  so too then can I be free.
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there is this uncertainty that keeps them inside.
Yet there is a smile when you're near that you bring.
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making me wish for some sort of sign.
That we are ment to be.
Barry
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Barry  48/M/New Zealand
(48/M/New Zealand)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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