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Jun 2020
A cold swell tempers rage
To the dark it dies, fades.
Cry, sigh, a moon ray tries
To show that up against
Such stoic age, no man
Can claim he's free of sin.
Written by
michael  22/M/UK
(22/M/UK)   
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