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Jul 2020
Normality trickles on by
Whilst I suffocate on the banks.
Such a pretty poison, glistening in the sun.
To suffocate or drown in toxic sludge.
To choke or hang.
Pass me the rope, It'll soon be weekend.
Maniacal Escape
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Maniacal Escape  30/M/lancashire
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