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Feb 2018
There seems to be no hope for these lines
As I read them I drift away
I just want to sleep
These people, with their false woe
Their sappy loneliness bleeds off my screen
I can feel it
Melancholy
So rich is the ink
That one cant seem to breathe
But what we can find
Is the slippery confines
That are minds
-A.F.
Written by
Andrew Fontaine  France
(France)   
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