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Nov 2021
at last, at last, hundred years have gone
her name keeps ringing
at last, at last, she has gone silent
bellicose percussives at once still
alas, alas, she has retreated from memory
frantically grasping at fading tendrils of warmth
alas, alas, what once was
will never be
tried playing with restricting articles and personal pronouns
Damien Ko
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Damien Ko
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   SUDHANSHU KUMAR
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