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23h
Searching through madness
The outcome will be bleak
You shall never know
What you are trying to seek.

Dazed and confused
Just one pile of mess
Entangled in hopeless despair
In a turquoise dress.

Battered and bruised
Encased in a ****
Nobody is listening
It’s all to absurd.

So here you
are standing
Totally blind,
Trying to
catch hold
Of something
you will
never find.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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