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Dec 2018
Darkness towers to my right.
The arm is weak, the shoulder sore.
It seems so different than as before.
What is there to oppose this side?

The limb's not feeble - not at all:
I rather did myself bereft
Of helping mercy's hand, the left.
United will they never stall.
Written by
Caloris  30/M/Berlin
     --- and Gabriel burnS
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