A new friend, the elephant in the room.

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Love is all we ever needed,
but carrying their scorn in our hearts
led us
in the wrong direction.

You have to fight,
but bloodlust
bewilder a catalogue of errors.

Imprinted,
desperate for change,
follow the path set
to an unwelcome destination.

Where are we?
The mind is succoured
by a psychic pall
that we feed.

Gather some nourishment.

Sneering
insincerity builds billionaires,
who only fear
their own demise.

Hold rapid pulse,
begone smallness,
ingratitude,
illusion,
and know
that what you feel is real.
A conjugation of history,
misspent,
unholy,
and know
that it was written
by individuals.

Choose what you follow,
but leave fallow
the dastard pit
that spawned your fear.

I have seen you.

He walked all night from wayward Dartford and, seeing the lights of the tower of Margate, headed south and pitched his tent for two.

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