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Jul 2015
They wander in darkness
With padlocked eyes,
They fill their ears
With sand and grit.
All they see are
The counterfeit representation
Of their warped imaginations
And all they hear
Is the gentle hum
Of blissful ignorance
niamh
Written by
niamh  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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