Healing by Maniacal Escape

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Sep 2020

Healing

Hanging high
Seeing sky's
Stop the twitch
Happy for now, for you.
Me myself and I.
Eye balling Rotten white
Sad. A shame. Travesty.
Fickle in its burden.

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Maniacal Escape 30/M/lancashire

(30/M/lancashire)

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