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Mar 2014
Praises, whispered to a crowd bred of inanition.
Contempt, unspoken before now unleashed.
Heedless, death the punishment of such temerity.
Withdrawn, kneeling before the grey stone tomb.
Tobias Forrest
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Tobias Forrest  Winchester/Jersey
(Winchester/Jersey)   
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