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Blown Fuse
Blown Fuse
I won’t be parading to honour the dead.
Something’s gone pear-shaped inside my head.
All the guilt and confusion that have built through the years
Have blown out the fuse in the space ’tween my ears.
I don’t know the reason, can’t explain why it’s so.
All the rest are parading, but me? I can’t go.
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Brian K. Bilverstone
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