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Dec 2017
I see the white bone shining
The cold, lipless grin
Ghostly sparkling in
The empty sockets
Where the eyes should have been

My bowels turn to water
My whole body shakes
A deep, bone - scraping sound
That is supposed to be a voice
Scratches out a painful sound
I think it is my name
I know it is my name

I try my best to ignore it
It takes all of my strength
But I find that I am powerless
I think it is my name
I know it is my name

That the skeleton skull
Repeats, repeats, repeats again
I have got to pay a price
For my dissolute past
And I bow my head in shame
A nightmare.
Ian Lewis Copestick
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Ian Lewis Copestick  45/M/Stoke On Trent
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