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Sep 2017
Anybody out there ?
Ooh,it's still just me
Trying to communicate
while wanting to flee.
chemicals and synapses
forming a disastrous flaw
Internal wrangling
This curtain will not draw.
i express myself to an empty space
i look in the mirror
But I don't see my face
I'm cursed to debate,everything alone
a dog with no friendship
And a meatless bone.
24 hours,another passing day
A playground without children
empty and grey
Swings  and roundabouts
Are  still going to war
if I was a believer would I still
Have this flaw.
Written by
Mark Bell  Portsmouth
(Portsmouth)   
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