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May 2020
Dream a dream of dulcet calm, past a rubicon unseen
drifting through an iron gate, motes of ash gleam

Stare into your mirror eyes, that alchemy amiss
iris an event horizon before a roaring abyss

That funereal passage enshrines a single lyric
β€œArbeit Macht Frei”, that victory, somehow pyrrhic
Thoughts on VE day
RandleFunk
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RandleFunk  43/M/UK
(43/M/UK)   
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   Imran Islam
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