Nightmare

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Friday 11th September

.

Losing sense of time

Spinning on a dime

What is it, that’s mine?

Am I out of line?

A maelstrom of grime

Obstacles to climb

Tangled, knotted twine

Contorting the spine

Wet, stinking slime

Wreaking heinous crime

Drowning in dense brine

Letting out a whine

A nightmare sublime

Perfect pantomime

.

Thinking of you sweetie

Beloved Angel son

xxxxx

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