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Feb 2022
three **** yellow strands
stand up on edge
at the sight of a basic boy
that could be pushed from a ledge

he ponders and he wonders
what lonely has yet to become
while through a fake easy smile
he's showing far too much gum

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