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IN THE HOURS BEFORE SUNRISE
While the city seems to still sleep
I’ve said my goodbyes to the tune of violins
Withered brittle leaves stir as death circles
Cold winds whirl and no one sees my tears
Excerpt from: A Waltz In The Dark
Date: May 25, 2019
For contest: Arbitrium Divisa
Sponsored by: Gregory R Barden
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Line Gauthier
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