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Jul 2020
And with every broken sound barrier,
glittering lights sprinkle from the sky.
I wonder, how many had died
in a ****** field
listening to a similar melody.
Applause and shouts of delight
bring me back years ahead
to the present time.
The lackluster lights no longer amaze
Death kisses us softly
Written by
Aspen  Genderqueer
(Genderqueer)   
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