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HALF RIGHT
I used to be alright
Because I’d lost my left
My other half
Without knowing
And I wasn’t sure of that , either
Someone may have nicked it
Someone without a left
Someone without conscience
Someone not me
Being alright is alright at first
Because you’re only half awake
Half of a half
Halfway to who knows where
But you know it’s there
You can feel it
Hovering
In the awkward stare
To the left of where
Left should be
I used to be alright
Never thought of starving children
Suffering until their night closed for good
When even chewing wood
Was not enough
I used to be alright.........like...........
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KEITH DODRILL
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