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Apr 2013
Sad
You sound so sad it was said
Be my memories broken
Is my face so read
Does my voice not hide the weakness
Do they ever know within

Masks in a park
All looking like they know
Smiles form the jokes
From no funny lines
Rehearsed

And so it continues
From news not to be heard
Such hate
All perverse
In papers only use
For warmth

Inner sighs fall
For the night has it call
From the coffee now cold
Like my mind
Right as they knew
My sadness grew
andy fardell
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andy fardell
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