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Aug 2019
Delicately poised in the center of my palm
A fly, its slimy eyes poking out of its head
As it scuttled across happily,
Seemingly scouting the fleshy terrain.
I could crush it in my hand.
But this time… I won’t,
Not straight away anyways.
For even though I hold complete control,
Everything
Deserves a chance to escape
The deathly vice grip of humanity.
Had a pretty good idea on the train today. here it is :}
James Rowley
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James Rowley  17/M/London
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