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Lights Are On
The lights are on
but there's nobody home
just shadows
that slide across
their eyes
that others perceive
the lights are on
but there's nobody home
under the warm bed
of their
Consciousness
A cold grey mist
sucks the warmth
from the bones
that believe
they are free
To Be
Human
but there's nobody home
just shadows
that slide across
their eyes
that others perceive
the lights are on
but there's nobody home
under the warm bed
of their
Consciousness
A cold grey mist
sucks the warmth
from the bones
that believe
they are free
To Be
Human
Published 11th May 2021
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