by Warwick Allen
Sunday, 18 October 2015
I take my soul for a stroll
Along the crumbling edge
Cliff face, to face
Imagined and the real
I see my world dissolve
In an unread history book
My space, marked place
Recorded but never told
I watch and sigh as they divide
My soul and body cannot decide
Can't agree who'll they'll have
Me be, so they fight
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