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Mar 11
It must be love
Happiness high
No more dark
Clouds in my sky.
Warmth is flowing
Through my veins
Heart feeling good
No more pain.
We talk we hold hands
We start making
Wonderful plans,
But we all know
It’s all total crap
In the happiness trap.
Sweet.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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       Immortality, rick, Zeno, Traveler and Jimmy silker
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