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Feb 2022
I found solace in my deepest thoughts
but nightmares beneath your streams
and I think you choked me with a dreamcatcher
just to take away all of those dreams

I wished only the freedom
to be completely myself
so you hid me out of sight
at the back of your dusty shelf

You dressed our house of horrors
with tasteless macabre interior
but it was not my fault
that I made you feel inferior

I was locked, tied and bolted
from within our doors
for you I sat and I wimped
and begged on all fours

but you forgot
to bolt shut the rear door
so tonight I dance around the garden with the fairies
because you cannot hide me anymore

Thomas Alan
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Thomas Alan  M/Newcastle, UK
(M/Newcastle, UK)   
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