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Jun 2018
The skyline disappears once again
as blackness returns the night.
The outsiders bath in the squalid  moonlight,
abluting their good intentions.
The metamorphosis is complete.
Darkness will reign supreme.
They gather by the smithy
opining with a wild lament .
Antony Glaser
Written by
Antony Glaser  60/M/croydon
(60/M/croydon)   
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