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Another weeks past
but it's your Friday at last
why's the clock so slow

                 Kelly McManus
 Jun 2021 not a prognosis
SCHEDAR
Still,
after all this time
the melodious tunes
of Water's
continue to run deep
chanting lyrics
through the crimson
passion that sails within
mine
undercurrents

Only 73 miles
away
It is the present no one wants
The unopened package
An uncomfortable silence
In a room full of people

Funny how I have convinced myself
The love I offer so freely
Not wanted,
Not needed
the thoughts in my mind
are more suffocating than
the hands around my throat
Reinvention or
Rewriting
The script
Changes
With the times
Perhaps
Too many times
The realisation of who we are and what it's all about
Distorts

Love
Peace
Acceptance
Tolerance


The be all
To be all
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