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Aug 2014
Your Hands Are Blunt
And Your Eyes, Sharp
Your Hurt Is Convert
No Blissful Harp
Sweet Sound Is Mute
And Pain Is Loud
My Desire Is Blind
What Have I Found
Because I'm Going In Circles
Like A *Merry-go-round
André Morrison
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André Morrison  26/M/United Kingdom
(26/M/United Kingdom)   
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