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May 2023
The sun cleaved into his eyelids.
He stuttered into life.
Showered with regret and shame
He toweled himself down.
He stared into the mirror.
And readied his venom,
To spit again.
Maniacal Escape
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Maniacal Escape  30/M/lancashire
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