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Jul 2019
High sounds of
Jet engines,
Hot sun on
Hot skin,
Dormant minds
In dormant bodies,
Stranded animals
In soulless sleep.

Purposelees
Pointless
Beings come
To nothing.
No day is different
And our salvation
Still deleayed.
Written by
Vincent robinson  77/M/Manchester
(77/M/Manchester)   
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