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Oct 2017
All I could see was blue,
a barrier of confusion,
or some kind of illusion.
Unbelievable. Unreal. Untrue.

Was this my final scene?
An unfamiliar stage.
No one to help my dream.
No gentleness, just rage.
Written by
Tony Luxton  Runcorn
(Runcorn)   
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