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May 2018
In the twilight of dreams
The hollow corridors echo
Louder than ever before
The walls are smeared
In nostalgia
Memories creep in
And congests weary minds

Somehow
We march onwards
Like intrepid lions
Cognisant of unkind truth
The way is long
And if we crumble now
We may never recover.
The Noose
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The Noose  32/F/Standing on the gallows
(32/F/Standing on the gallows)   
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     Timothy
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