Dark Times Ahead: (August 28th,2020)
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Summer's pale flesh
Is now fatally wounded,
By the incessant
Driving nails of the bitter
Wind and rain. Sorrows
Cut deep. And I fear that things
Will only get worse.
Fragments of mercy and faith
Lie scattered on these
Cold and lonely, dead end streets.
The light is dying,
And no one communicates,
With one another,
Anymore. Dark times ahead.
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