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The Privileged walk
Scuffing leaves on the ground
With no other soul anywhere around
Hands in my pocket, keeping warm
My feelings swell to an indignant storm
Life at home isn't quite right
The yelling and shouting gives me a fright
"Best apart" says my instinct
But it's not like me to kick up a stink
Night times leave me cold, fearful and small
Ear to the glass, glass to the floor
...Friday 19th April 2024 3:39 pm
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