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The Hangman
Rope below my chin,
Too tight to take air in.
I think back to my sins,
And feel ashamed to see my grin.
With regret for who I've been,
And the sight to shed my skin,
A new life would begin,
But the hangman has his win.
Too tight to take air in.
I think back to my sins,
And feel ashamed to see my grin.
With regret for who I've been,
And the sight to shed my skin,
A new life would begin,
But the hangman has his win.
Published 19th Nov 2015
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