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Aug 30
tear it all down
one rainy afternoon
we were to be moved somewhere new..

but they could neither
shift the betrayal
(that ran too deep..)

after tradition and war
had taken their toll
(nor render hope..)

a gold fish in a bowl
not sure
free milk

to a future that sparkled
like piles of
dung..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
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