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Jan 2014
Falling over with
both eyes open
woman you do not have
to tell me how
that **** hurts,
                                     and how did you know
                                     look you got your life
                                     I have mine
                                     I did not ask this of you
                                     now you talk of love

I
am
F  A  L  L  I  N  G

D

o

w

N


B O T H        E Y E ’ S       O    P   E   N.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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