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Apr 2022
She's sleeping in a rose tainted dream
she can almost sense the calm of the coast
Once she loved a man with hands of foam
his words went through her soul,
naked incessantly so
don't cry child the water is warm
there's a scope for listening
carried by the wind
Antony Glaser
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Antony Glaser  60/M/croydon
(60/M/croydon)   
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