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Aug 2020
Upon my beating heart
A little bird perches and trills
Of life’s many wonders
And its numerous thrills

Of love and war, I hear him sing
Of how war does hurt
And of how love does sting

Of loss, he chirps,
And of bloodshed, of death
But it’s my love he sings of
With a final shuddering breath
Doing a 30-day poetry challenge, and I figured I'd start now.
Ephemeral Oblivion
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Ephemeral Oblivion  18/F/Lost in Nowhere
(18/F/Lost in Nowhere)   
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