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Prone
no ruin can come to me
my status is fully secure
parameters are normal
air-supply made secure
warm feelings suffusing
my body and its pain
voices echo far away
fever roasts my brain
images memories of old
before me life's flashing
re-living old times amid
a future thats crashing
all I have is in thoughts
vegetable activity level
limbs still ...
Saturday 6th March 2021 11:28 am
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