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Nov 2015
I see a forlorn figure.
Eyes pensive and absorbed
Yet lost.
A smile sruggling
To deem positive.
A body lifeless,
Surrounded in an island
Of melancholy and woe.

Looking into a mirror
Was never good for me.
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   Jeffrey Stelling
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