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Jul 2020
So many walls
so much crushing grey
and bars stretching up to the clouds.
On and on for miles around
and the noise, the constant noise,
that rings and pounds
on and on
to the hearts twisted beat.
It's noisy and lonely and small
and cold
trapped in this fleshy cage,
behind these smiley eyes.
Maniacal Escape
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Maniacal Escape  30/M/lancashire
(30/M/lancashire)   
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     ---, Eshwara Prasad and Khoisan
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