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Mocked by Weevils
I will take your hand, please lead me from darkness,
Living this tortuous love, every day,
I saw hurting myself as reasonably, to my mind,
the only exit.
But I was too much a coward, without your help
Each day my skin crawled,
Infected by imaginary long-snouted Weevils
That left tiny footprints on my dry flaking skin,
Each print points forward
Mocking my decision to ...
Sunday 12th June 2022 5:47 pm
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