The Current State Of Things: March 2020
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Now the fountainhead of things is broken,
And life's deep wounds and scars cannot be healed.
Even Spring's promise seems like a mirage.
We are like shadows replaying old scenes.
We place our trust and faith in brand new gods.
O at times they seem to mirror our dreams!
Yet they cannot replace our emptiness.
They can only further its symptoms it seems.
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