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Mar 2021
Tearing apart, this glass lodged in my mind.
Dripping thoughts, the sharpness bleeds inside.
The motor chain grinds on blissfully blind.
With misty eyes the world is punishingly kind.
Maniacal Escape
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Maniacal Escape  30/M/lancashire
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