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Oct 2019
What would entice
Someone into self sacrifice
Surely a little self harm would suffice
Its not enough to hold back the bilious stew
Of spew
Trying to stay true to you
Instead I vie with an inner spy
As I Try to live deaths lie
Buried alive, modified and zombified
Indeed a need to please
Has brought me to my knees
Mortified.
Written by
grahame rourke
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