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Dec 2014
Whilst you were living I was tired,
Too forgiving and uptight.
I've tried to keep away the shards of glass
I'd found beneath the window sill
Standing still and talking **** until the thrills of living begin to desperately unspill.

I'd love to live but I'm too tired,
Too much wire inspires my head
tonight
Harry
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Harry  M/Gloucester UK
(M/Gloucester UK)   
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