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May 30
There’s flames
In your tears
Barbwire in
your heart,
Your words
Are so hurtful
I must find
Away to part.
Your gate is
Always open
It’s there to
Welcome
me in,
But then all
The lies and hurt
It’s growing
rather thin.
Stuck in a trap
A catch 22
There’s flames
In your tears
But what can I do.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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