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Jul 2015
A huge farm
Endless walking
I forgot who I was
Forgot my middle name
How I sign my signature
Gave my voice away
Flexed my throat like a professional
Teeth on display
I thought I’d see a black cloud
Or a gang of hands
Enveloping me
Choking me
But I was just left
Out in the bright light
With no disgusted eyes
Looking my way
Nobody asking for explanations

Just me talking to myself

Slit his ******* throat
So he doesn’t repeat
The story about his best friends
Alex George
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Alex George  Mumbai
(Mumbai)   
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