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Feb 2020
I
Watch
The dirt shift
With blood and silt
Lit by a crimson dusk
Setting sun on fallen hate
Of all we lost and once made
Circular madness of life's final wait
Our sins writhing under midnight sun
Alone
I came
With haste
After long battle
In yesterday's play
With nothing to show
But a single hollow grave
Of all I was in love and hate
Wearing a mask of my making
Wondering why none see beyond
The very thing that brought us here
Ashen fields are calling out our names
Gehenna awaits
Written by
Jena T  30/F/Germany
(30/F/Germany)   
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