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Dislocated
Location unknown
No flesh or meat on the bone
Bereft of all comforting thought
This isn't what I was taught
I once knew a place
Where I knew every face
Now cold and dark
No warmth and no spark
I travel around in the void
Wondering round like a lost boy
And although I am able
Fully trained yet maimed and unstable
A ghostly belonging
Of betrayal ...
Monday 12th February 2024 4:29 pm
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