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Feb 2016
Done

A room with a light bulb switched on
An empty space were furniture would have gone
A window to nowhere because the world never shone
A frozen shadow were once light had ended before it begun
A door closed to people who never had wealth or education to choose a life of a web they had spun
In a corner was a book on a chair which told of wisdom and peace then another chair with just a gun
You decide what am I to become
Written by
Peter Kiggin
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