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13h
I breathed therefore
I existed
Mostly bitter
Always twisted.
No respect
Just did kindness
No narrowness
Never blindness.
With an open mind
Always weird
This death of mine
I shall not fear.
Just a footnote
Nearly forgot
Anybody out there
Join me in me
Wooden box
Can be lonely
You know
Just a thought.
Written by
Mark Bell  Portsmouth
(Portsmouth)   
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   Lizzie Bevis
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