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While you were out, the world came to an end
There was no cataclysm, no protesting cry
No final trumpet call to comprehend
But long exhaling breath, communal sigh
I tried to call: lines busy, no connection
I suppose I was not alone with a message, above
all other concerns and issues of every complexion:
this one universal assurance of unending love
Copyright © Geoffrey Brewer | Year Posted 2019
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