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Sep 2019
I imagined it all
it was cold, umber, decaying
turned a dim monotone
the last standing, trembling
wishing the shadows undone

but crueler than the nightmare
of our hideous mocking despair
was the beauty, the peace
the purity of the earth amiss
Written by
   Jim Musics
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