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Oct 2013
It leaves you, no active power, no direction,
Listless, unable to program, build,- a mockery.
Worst, the low depairing. embarassing shrouds.
Without that centre; a discrete despair - please don't mention.
Hopelessness remains - just so much broken crockery.
Contempt rises from old mates. Passed fluffed up clouds!
Written by
C Freemantle
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     ---, Pure LOVE, Andrea Button and Nat Lipstadt
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