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Aug 2014
There is a virus in the house
most here look like ghosts
they are pallid and drained
not knowing the world outside

It's a virus
one of those insidious forms
it seems to take the soul out of you
pushing you out of the world of reality

It's a virus you can't control
it's a virus that want's to break free
wanting to spread itself around the world
yet this is where it stops with ones like me

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Christos Andreas Kourtis
Written by
Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
(London UK)   
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