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DARK PANACEA
A crowded room
is such a lonely place,
wear a fragile mask
upon a weary face.
Everybody’s here
but there’s nobody there
and there’s nothing to do
except sit and stare.
The distant sounds
of joy and laughter
drifting like echoes
in dusty rafters.
As you slowly subside,
sinking way down low
and you're silently wondering
how far you can go.
...Tuesday 19th May 2015 12:08 am
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