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Dec 2013
It's so bright
You can't see behind you
You can't fight
for your life, they'll find you
They'll find you
I am a needle
Pop goes my head
like a balloon in a haystack but I'll wet it I'm feeble
They'll see you they'll see you they'll see you...
Hide for your life
Run forest
run to the forest to the middle don't fiddle
don't MOVE don't make a sound
even if they're not there they'll HEAR YOU
so don't flinch when the vines choke
you stick like gum but don't swallow
they'll eat you you're hollow you
run like the wind... you're gone...
In your lair, your pit of despair they can't reach you, you're safe and they can't crack you,
It's so dark.
They can't see behind you
The tables are turned, their cards fall to the floor
Burn them and rejoice.
Wrote this in a suitably frantic fashion in about 10 minutes. About social anxiety. Or madness. I think... :P
George Atkinson
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George Atkinson  Edinburgh
(Edinburgh)   
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   Shang and Isabella Pullivan
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