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Aug 2021
I hear the creak of an unopened door
and a voice I've never heard before
Telling me things I would not contemplate
about a world ofΒ Β greed a world of hate

I held the door closed with all my might
block my ears, shut my eyes tight
Called for help from deep within
keep calm a kind voice called, you are not the sin

I untangle my mind from the world full of hate
only love and friendship I would now contemplate
The voices became silent as they were long before
so, I turned the key on that unopened door
Terence James Potter
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Terence James Potter  69/M/Wales
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