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INTERNET ARCHIVE 2001 ORIGINAL
Long patches of text with no real meaning
Rolled down wooden blinds that need cleaning
Foreign songs with unintentional glitches
They crawl through abandoned football pitches
Handshakes with the devil, men in hoods
Come take a walk with us through the woods
Government secrets in binary code
Day old footprints in the dirt track road
Sunlight deficiency fuelled by dust
Speak one word to break the trust
Cold cracked walls the colour of bone
Don't you dare pick up the phone
Underground bunker, secluded and watertight
Internet archive so long and goodnight
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my secret mistakes • {poetry}
PoetryThe most deeply personal thing I may ever write, from an old soul trapped in a young body. Imagine a window into my life, my unfiltered, strange and unpredictable life. These are the things I am too afraid to tell anyone. So, welcome to my mind.
