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Apr 2021
Corridors I'm too familiar with,
And will beg on my life in dreams to
     Keep away from
The fingers of fear poke & ***** at my skin,
& Follow,
Follow up deserted streets &
Over steel & iron gates &
Under concrete arched bridges &
I'm too bored to sleep,
Yet my eye twitches;
The need to gather up every empty whiskey bottle
& Every lost and stolen piece of nonsense
For the first time i want to go home,
Because no-one's home
And I'm getting so tired of
Running on empty
Lorenzo Neltje
Written by
Lorenzo Neltje  18/FTM/Australia
   Imran Islam
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