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Aspen 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

— The End —