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Jul 2017
Ice
The price,
Double to thrice.

Mice still blind,
Twice across sliced
Bound and Diced.

Heart's heavy carts
Falling to parts,
Full of false starts.

Full of Fool Stars
And dreams
And empty of scars
I crawl from empty bars.

Ice was priced
It doubled then thriced,
In a sorrowful heist

You blinded mice,
Greed doubled twice
When you played the heist.
Cryptic like I like it.
Harry Roberts
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Harry Roberts  23/M/Between despair and joy
(23/M/Between despair and joy)   
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