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Jamie Townend
Poems
Nov 2009
A view from a hotel window
Outside the hotel room window
the children are screaming
whilst the shell of my father
waits in a box
to be burnt.
Why am I here?
I am nothing like these people,
they have nothing to offer me
apart from more news
of their mistakes.
Teary eyed stories
of entrapment
that make me wonder
how.
How can I be like this
with all that sludge
in me too?
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