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Feb 5
First there was stillness steadily tension.
Eyes target me with an obsession.
An impact with might,
Profanity I incite.
This mirror reflects no perfection.
Feeling ugly today.
David Hutton
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David Hutton  35/M/Edinburgh
(35/M/Edinburgh)   
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