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Invasion (Free verse) by Roisin A lead marble blocks my gullet,
My floundering heart makes me sick.
My mouth, no longer my own,
corners hang on hooks;
I'm exhausted by the irritation.
I'm sorry I speak in contradictions
and push you away for not sitting close,
fester and throw accusations
and try to call an end to something which
exists independently.
Objectively I watch this incongruent imposter,
cringing at the fool,
trying to remain faithful to a forgotten friend.
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