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Jul 2021
THE D CARD

you turn on me
with vicious spite
trying to hurt me
misuse
rip me apart
mentally abuse
trying to hurt me
I can't defend myself
or answer back
it's hard
being trapped
in the swirling mist
of the D card

you mustn't go out
meet anyone
no laughter
or smile
no music
always wear a frown
enjoyment is bard
these are the rules
you must respect
the rules of the D card

and I can't defend myself
and I can’t answer back
it's hard
being trapped
in the swirling mist
of the D card
Written by
Brian Mackenzie  70/M/Spain
(70/M/Spain)   
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     Leone Lamp, Lawrence Hall, SCHEDAR and Indeed
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