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Sep 2017
Loneliness is a cancer on hold
Both ******* will make you bald.
Loneliness is a living cremation
alone, shackled to burn
putting hell on a roundabout
Static with nowhere to turn.
loneliness is a kiss from a mirror
Forever a childless womb
never ever looking forward
It's an abyss a empty tomb.
On a cheery note
I can't upset anybody
Written by
Mark Bell  Portsmouth
(Portsmouth)   
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