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Sep 2014
my reeling mind feels like I am doing cartwheels
which dent and fry my perspective
spinning the world, making me heave,
the load I carry can make the road ahead look bleak,
shedding these thoughts, my mind feels spent, sold.
Christopher Withers
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Christopher Withers  UK
(UK)   
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