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life is not a moving photograph

  life is not a moving photograph i walk an anonymous stranger tonight amongst the crowd blessed relief i entered public life & few listened to the words rather scrutinised my face as if there in my mask was hidden the truth how is communication possible these days? people raised to see malevalence everywhere o let me be invisible as is my essence Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.
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when

  when when its time for serious its time to examine ourselves & the world & when its time for comedy its time to laugh at ourselves but too much bottled water neither one thing nor the other

man alone in a room

  i guess Jesus is me mate the only place i can rest the only voice i can breathe in home's echoes gone home a man on  the cross who refused to lie at the  threat of death an uneasy peace osmosis more colonial tricks isolation sorcery im a coward what else u got? but Jesus ur the only one who calms me whether im a white devil or not is not for me to judge who are u?