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May 2021
Every day beginning the end
cloudy overhead stars like lead
orange square brick dust
can’t remember how I got there
before there was love
hope blue as the sky is light
opened wide my mind spirals
then divides black to white
no sun in sight eternal night.

©️JMCole
Written by
MyDystopiA
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