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Mar 2012
Such the night,
The clouds and a 'lone tower;
in hindsight;
a moon and spring flower.
to begin with,
it was too beautiful
for
some spectre
not to
come crashing down upon
us.
& the days that would
let loose
and carry mud
to all the walls,
they'd remind us.
they'd remind us.
Nicholas James Berlincourt
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