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Nov 2019
Crawling out from under my stone
10,000 years I've been there,have I?
My prey is that I want to eat myself
So I can become something I'm not.

Devil ,God and the deep blue sea
Everybody seems to want a part of me.

I have no mirrors, there evil.
Written by
Mark Bell  Portsmouth
(Portsmouth)   
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