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Feb 2017
You find yourself on an empty path of unforfillment,
Younger friends and family which you have watched grow.
Catch you up and slowly pass you by,
Each time reminding you or your own complacency and failure to progress.
You pray that something, anything will happen to crash into your mundane orbit and knock you off course,
But it never does.
Mark Penfold
Written by
Mark Penfold  Bournemouth
(Bournemouth)   
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   Glass, RQ and Ciel De Verre
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