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Aug 2010
Goodbye Personal Bubble.

Popped by clumsy child-like hands,
before it has time to float away freely.
I can feel warmth evaporating the atmosphere.

She invades.

Tumbling down like a ton of bricks,
Possessions? Pah! Pointless!
Tearing down my Aladdin's Cave,
whilst I watch shivering in the corner.

I've lost my voice.
Stand up?
Ironic for a pushover.
All I can do is watch.
A  J Ward
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