Category: Poetry
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Space is a Void A freedom now denied A place of distant memory Without Space Time has no Continuum Dates are numbers Hung on doors…
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Alone in Solo walks today – passing neighbours; become strangers Wondering – am I clean – itchy nose Fearful of the unknown – known Mother’s…
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Yesterday is written down Kept for posterity From Today True is tarnished Its ink corroded A metallic presentation of a past Controlled records hide fact…
