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May 2020
Smoke is still on the horizon
But the heat is far away
Lost the clouds in the confusion
As I insist they must stay
They drift out of the bay

As they gather they grow heavy
With the shadow of death
A storm brews with its levy
Taxing life of its breath
Soon rain will be wept
Bard
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Bard  25/M/Anchorage, Alaska
(25/M/Anchorage, Alaska)   
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   Faizel Farzee
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