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Nov 2021
we sit by the lake, sun pouring down. our circle is

unbroken. how are you? a question with too many answers and not enough time

never enough time, not for this, not to save

too late. blood covers the sand, falling from our eyes. we hold each other’s wounds shut until the rain comes

this fortress will not fall
Written by
   Bogdan Dragos
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