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Aug 2018
My Soul Reflects The Darker Shades,
Once Was Full But All Soon Fades,
My Soul When Formed Was Pure & Bright,
Reality Soon Flicked Off The Light.

My Garden Grows & Withers In Time,
Mountains Mount There More To Climb,
The Skies Will Grey & Lighten Too,
The Stuff Of Life Will Frighten You.

If Spirit Dies It Can Be Reborn I Cut Mine Out Like A Coat To Be Shorn.

Was Never A Sheep It Wasn't My Form,  
Angels Could Weep We Transformed To A Storm,
Demons Still Seek So I Have To Inform.

Seraphim Sing To The World & The Calm:
" In Life You Need Learn, Or You're Not Our Concern.
Inferno You Should Burn, If From The Light You Would Turn. "

So Each Day I Take A Note,
Of What I've Learned & What I've Wrote,
Of Every Deed That's Destined To Float,
Of Every Bird & Every Boat.
Harry Roberts - Shorn © 22/08/18
Harry Roberts
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Harry Roberts  23/M/Between despair and joy
(23/M/Between despair and joy)   
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   Dawn Bunker
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