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Sep 2017
When life is hellish
you may be suffering from
the selfish fetish
forgetting everyone else
hopelessly in love with your self
shying away from the borderline
thinking of ‘me’
thinking of ‘mine’
whining the existential whine
bunkered down behind the line
that nobody drew
not even you
myopically mistaken
asleep
and oh so far from awake
Sean Hunt
Written by
Sean Hunt  Windermere, Cumbria
(Windermere, Cumbria)   
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     Keith Wilson and Mystic904
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