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SOMEWHERE IN THE FUTURE

By Freya Metcalfe

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When I die

In twenty seventy five

When my lungs have had their share

Of dust and tar

Skin scarred and burned and bruised

Is picked apart

Deemed heavy with death

Cold with loss

And thin with anger

And I

Am doomed to silence


 
 

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