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Jul 2013
Mary Jane
It is that time again
when what I learned from you
eats more of my brain
all the things
you told me to remember
now I forget
but my univer's is clear to myself
but it is as paranoid creeps in
the worry in my soul.

Why can not you love me Mary JAne.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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