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Coping
she'll still be here in ten years
our relationship but a crime
I will ony survive this trial if
I take it on one day at a time
philosophies come in guises
some aim at personal charm
other strive for success, or
the avoidance of self-harm
mine is to keep my head up
dont get agitated at her tics
ignore the tone of her voice
the jabs and yells and tricks
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Wednesday 16th June 2021 12:19 pm
Please Miss
chalk dust on her hands
game chants in her ears
thirty heads a-bobbing
eagerly innocent dears
think she's like them, no
thoughts but right now,
her minds miles away:
why am I a silly cow?
daily strives to impress
ambitious hectic whirr
one bloke after another
none were right for her
as usual on auto-pilot
teaching maths by rote
kids get on h...
Thursday 20th May 2021 10:31 am
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