Once Called a Season
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Spawning a precipice; you switched us off; no good reason
On second thought; no one should take credit or defame,
Unilateral is the only fair way to equally explain
Lackluster would be the sadness of this refrain;
Lamentable was what it left me with; or perhaps disdain,
Envisaging; happy with me; I was too eager to frame,
Sadly, it's overwhelmingly done, all the same
Subverted; a section of our time, was once called a season
Copyright © Anonomus Scorpio | Year Posted 2023
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