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Apr 2020
When all feels lost.

         And

Concrete becomes quick-sand.

I grasp for the shadows.

        And

Within those shadows.

I hear Death’s laughter.

See His smile.

Feel His fire.

And I am comforted.
Written by
Lotte Weiss  25/F
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