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Jul 2023
He lay there in his pit
He looked at his thigh.
His unimportant plain skinned thigh.
And let the calm still day wash over him.

Surrendered his mind
Abandoned his thoughts.

As the gentle din caressed his ears.
Maniacal Escape
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Maniacal Escape  30/M/lancashire
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