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The menace of the U cord


A drink of disease.a shot of dust.
Be it the smallest moment of joy.Or pain.
Remembered later to punish.Hurt and destroy.
A soul in agony.None to hold on.
Rub it in that face.Ugly and dark.
A fat nose.Sharp eyes.Yet unseeing.Stolid
Lids .bare and brown.
A body.yearning for death.
behind a threshold of love.
decrepitude and loneliness.
and the time machine.
Gongs of silence.
and a tick tock tock...
Tiredness ,melancholia,dearth and gall.
And no one to pull out the cord...

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