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Apr 2013
Caught in the middle of someone’s mind game

implicated, not taking the blame

I say that but for three nights haven’t slept

with disappointment I have wept

friends can be wierd creatures

smiling, welcoming features

but with knives sharpened

and words honed

they can cut to the bone
Written by
Susan O'Reilly  F/Ireland
(F/Ireland)   
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