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Apr 2015
The cowering man in his creaking chair
To be lonely, desolate, empty
Devoid of that humanity we claim was bestowed so kindly
He rocks and he rocks,
back and forth
Lunging at the cruel world that created him
Turned him, twisted and ugly
God is real
The Devil is real too
And they're both in the same chair
Maybe a tad blasphemous
Georgia Marginson-Swart
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Georgia Marginson-Swart  22/F/London
(22/F/London)   
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