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Jun 2017
Death is a fornicator
A ransom note for the disposed  
whose banner is waylaid
along the dusty road.
The Valiant are shorn of hope
as an immortal fog chastises
their very existence
mishappen and duly noted
Hope can no longer bloom.
Antony Glaser
Written by
Antony Glaser  60/M/croydon
(60/M/croydon)   
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