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Smoky Sunset

Smoky sunset over the plain Is it time for a verse? Your breaths caress my neck like rain Will our goodbye be terse? We're in a pandemic Words that were once magic Useless to lives tragic I lose a bet Smoky sunset
September 15th, 2021 Quietus
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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