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Jan 2020
I pretend I'm in love;
when I'm not.
I pretend I'm in love,
when it's lust.
I pretend that I'm numb,
but it hurts.
I pretend that it's found,
but I'm lost.

I pretend to pretend that nothing hurts.
My defence is the art of pretence…
when it all gets too much
Emmanuel Coker
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Emmanuel Coker  London
(London)   
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       Mohan Sardarshahari, Lorraine Colon and ---
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