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Feb 2022
You curl around me like a spring.
A Lighting lead,
no words to express.
Opulent blue-eyed
come on down to my place?
don't be fancy
I try to agree,
furtive as ever
all I want is to cry?
Antony Glaser
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Antony Glaser  60/M/croydon
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