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Wings
nothing's certain anymore,
I dont know what matters,
confusion paints my head,
my inhibitions lie in tatters
I've found that special one
for whom I'd long yearned
to make up for those times
I'd had my fingers burned
always terrified of women,
felt they were over-sexed,
averse to the physical side,
passion left me perplexed
seemed safer to keep awa...
Thursday 6th May 2021 11:13 am
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