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Aug 2022
Plastic puddles pervade.
Even through the looking glass,
Hearts of darkness.
Trees of madness set me free.

As the calvary of life raises.
Through the climbers rise of parody,
ballast hope,
Realisation of what you did to me.
Antony Glaser
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Antony Glaser  60/M/croydon
(60/M/croydon)   
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