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Mar 2019
Gone now, lost I can’t say how
Follow me till it hurts
Small spaces, screaming faces
Does this feel familiar?

It’s the where, the who
Crumbled lungs but no why
Turn the clock, flick the switch
Is it real here?

Seconds from far away
Arms holding up, empty cries
Wipe the paint away
Hold me till I stop?

This isn’t the way to be
Beep beep
Fade to black, hear the call
Did it come for me?

The shaking leaves settle
Cushioned between smiles, stuck inside
Closer to weakness
Have you come for me?

It’s okay now
Could I be the who, the where?
Don’t start the tears
You have come for me
Khyle Manby-Evans
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Khyle Manby-Evans  26/M/Shrewsbury, UK
(26/M/Shrewsbury, UK)   
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