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tales lie in storeys
mine's number ten
concrete and steel
make this tiny den
fresh air's aplenty
noise from the lift
my cell ten years
I won't ever shift
far horizon dizzy
balcony's for birds
walls to speak to
echoing my words
the drop reassures
if you're depressed
open the window
drunk first is best
glimpsed one hurtle
free w...
Wednesday 20th January 2021 12:38 pm
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Thirty-nine bodies
lay on the ground
in the summer sun
As I watched
workers carried two more away
Around me
life continued as usual
a hum of activity
oblivious
Thirty-nine bodies
on that square of concrete
that summer afternoon
As ...
Thursday 21st June 2018 3:38 pm
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