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Hive
tales lie in storeys
mine's number ten
concrete and steel
make this tiny den
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fresh air's aplenty
noise from the lift
my cell ten years
I won't ever shift
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far horizon dizzy
balcony's for birds
walls to speak to
echoing my words
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the drop reassures
if you're depressed
open the window
drunk first is best
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glimpsed one hurtle
free w...
Wednesday 20th January 2021 12:38 pm
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