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Nov 2018
Born in chains
Razor blade rains
Freezing cold fires
Non born desires

The faith I keep
I shall not weep
Battles daily
Battlefield called life
These chains I fight

I ride into the sun
On a sleigh of ice
I dance in the rain
Knowing its all inane

Chained into restrictions
I was born ,to many rules
Chained into a stewpot
These links I must fool

Bound to be unbounded
I need to be freed
Chains and lock
Keep me an unfertilised seed

My life .
My chair
My chains
My faith
I die
Written by
Mark Bell  Portsmouth
(Portsmouth)   
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