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Nov 2014
The General impression
that the fading away bit
had already taken place

But something still  stirred
Like the fortitude of cellos - But only what they've faced
its like you’ve        chugged
someone else’s         blood

it would look so hurt
but its on the inside

pouring boiling water over jello
but its already been made
The recipe had taken place
That part is over

oh contain yourself
“Its in a container”

Settle down
-“I am a settler”

-of this fair land
-
-you belong here
-its not fair
-You cant do wrong
-But where?

but its worn.

There is this consensus
you are washed up
but whats a shore?
Thibaut V
Written by
Thibaut V  London
(London)   
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