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Jun 16
Im burnt out
Love is cruel
Our arguments
Have become
A titanic duel.
It shouldn’t
Be this way
It’s like a butler
Thats lost his tray,
Come on my lover
Let’s get through
This day.
Me and you
Can work this out
Let’s ease up
It’s a good shout.
At the end of another day
There we shall sleep and
There we shall lay.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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