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Jan 2014
Being punch and falling to my knees
I was winded
I did not see you pick me up
out of the darkness i saw you
a beauty that was sure
you held me back out of that fight
all I could do was look at you
your beauty a woman
that was black.
ture story
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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   Elizabeth Squires and JM
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