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Mar 2015
sights of life
recede in smoke
as haggard horses
fight and choke

to catch their breath
amongst the fumes
of days that play
psychotic tunes

pull a teaspoon
from your hair
and start to
scoop the kind

of tiny dancing
clips of hope
that fight to
save your mind
Jesska Jones
Written by
Jesska Jones  Stourbridge
(Stourbridge)   
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