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Poetry
What keeps me going
What is it
It’s seeing my Mob
On a one hour visit
Givin’ my mum a hug
Even for just a second
That’s worth a lot
Worth the world I reckon
Seeing their face
When they see mine
Like being in the Matrix
Or slo-mo time
I’ve taken their love
And life for granted
I bottled up a lot
The bottles decanted
These words were formed
From pen to paper
It’s almost a year
But I’ll see you later
What keeps me going
What is it
It’s seeing my Mob
On a one hour visit
Givin’ my mum a hug
Even for just a second
That’s worth a lot
Worth the world I reckon
Seeing their face
When they see mine
Like being in the Matrix
Or slo-mo time
I’ve taken their love
And life for granted
I bottled up a lot
The bottles decanted
These words were formed
From pen to paper
It’s almost a year
But I’ll see you later
Art From Inside
By Lanie
Our team was blown away by this beautiful painting.
Creative
ISSUE NO. 21
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1 MIN READ
You Don’t Know Your Worth
By Flame
Don't fear my love, everything’s alright. Don't fear my friends, the future looks bright.
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ISSUE NO. 21
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2 MIN READ
‘Love Is Blind And It Can Make You See’
By Caleb
Love’s definition cannot be just one, not one, two or more but a tonne. Love is the greatest quality of them all, a verse written by the poet Paul.
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ISSUE NO. 21
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1 MIN READ
Apocalypse of the Mind
By Emma-lee
I sit here watching the second-hand ticking by as it slowly keeps passing my time... And just as I thought the world can’t be changed it's an apocalypse of the mind.
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