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Feb 2021
How come I always end up, back on square one?
And how come square one, whilst always familiar, is never quite the same as it was before?
Is it the same square one or a different one I’ve landed on?
… maybe there’s more than one of them out there
A life boobytrapped with thousands of invisible square ones scattered all over the place
Must I visit them all before I never have to return there?
And if true…
Will I simply end up, back on square two?
conversation with self ;)
Written by
Troy Wylie-Hill  50/M/Amsterdam
(50/M/Amsterdam)   
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