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Jun 2014
My jacket it is a snug fit,
It has shiny buckles,
They gleam in the light,
Above my head.

I have to wear this,
It is my blanket at night,
It comes in one colour,
Bright white.

I may struggle,
But this jacket
I will live in the rest of my days,
I see them looking through
My window in to my World.

All white like my jacket,
Padded walls,
comfy floors.

They think this will calm my thoughts,
But I just see red,
Anger,
Blood,
Hate.

I will always wear my jacket,
I will stay here for the rest of my days,
I love my jacket that I wear each day and night.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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