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The faces within this place
count the years - as they pass by me
invictus cries out in the void...
and my ears become like a cave
echoing their screams like that of Hell!
I try to avoid this bedlam - this
torture, but where ever I turn
there is a barrier blocking me
Eyes locked in with each other
in a distant and distinct verbal
dialog, that is silent to my ears
yet I fear there is a motion lurking here...
a festering just waiting to emerge upon
the irreproachable population I see
I just drink my coffee
in silence looking on with
expectations of what will come next!
B...
Written By B. R. Walker
13 July 2011
Copywriter UK 2011
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