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Jan 2019
Towers as they pierce the heavens,
surround, stare with nonchalant glares,
as they protect the lifeless spirits,
who rush on these monotonous mornings.

Protection from the great light,
these beings are many things, but mostly,
just remnants of artificial shadowing.
Yonnick August
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Yonnick August  22/M/BB
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