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SG Holter
Poems
Aug 2014
In Old Machinery
I've always said that the older
The soul, the fewer times
The three ugly words
"What about me?"
Have been uttered from
The mouth it possesses.
I wish I could oil the gears
Of your self worth with my
Every drop of compassion,
But this sudden flash of coldness
In my gut is that of a factory
Owner worrying ever so slightly
About a new sound in old
Machinery within the bowels
Of the buried bunker where they
Manifacture my every set
Of
Sympathies.
Written by
SG Holter
Fenstad, Norway.
(Fenstad, Norway.)
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