Poem by James Fitzpatrick

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On the edge of society

Existing in a kind of limbo

Between acceptance and lunacy

Outside banal normality

Strange thoughts indeed

Like icicles melting

Then falling and crashing

Only to form again

In the cold of night

Figments of mind’s eye

Anonymous assailants

They’ve stopped at present

All is silent.

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