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Nov 2022
I play with an idea
that’s got tangled in my hands
I wrapped them around some concept
of all my selfish demands

I will be the Architect
of my own tragic demise
when I am building my walls
as high as the skies
Thomas Alan
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Thomas Alan  M/Newcastle, UK
(M/Newcastle, UK)   
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