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Jul 2017
Unhappiness occupies my mind in unfocused fragments of thought.
Encumbered by the empty air of loneliness. A lingering vapor of discontent, too viscous to vent.

Deterioration of self I once knew.
Wavering faith that only grew.
The bows and arrows, the childhood dreams.
How distant that tranquility now seems.
Copyright Β© 2017 Jack Thompson
Jack Thompson
Written by
Jack Thompson  Australia
       TD, Born and Jack Thompson
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