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Jan 2017
skin like a frozen chicken
tired eyes
and a voice like smoke
braindead
unwashed
and you tell me a joke

wanting to laugh
but deep within
a thought of death
troubled
exhausted
so save your breath

a kind soul
with smiling eyes
in good health
you can't get to know me
how can I know you
if I can't know myself
Kit John Parish
Written by
Kit John Parish  Brighton
(Brighton)   
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     Lior Gavra and Alexandra C
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