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The Watchers
they walk amid us like ghosts
looking not unlike you or me
wraiths without any identity
pursuing what can never be
lives spent seeking a quarry
elusive as a mountain puma
at the mercy of the elements
where joy is a mere rumour
should you subsist as they do
you'll not find peace or hope
never knowing who you are
means a mortal fight to cope
for if ...
Saturday 13th March 2021 11:00 am
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