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Sep 2017
The walls are thin, too anorexic,
Trembles like an epileptic.
In my echo chamber,
I can hear them stutter.
Inner voices apoplectic.
David Hutton
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David Hutton  35/M/Edinburgh
(35/M/Edinburgh)   
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   Irene Poole
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