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Dylan Whisman Nov 2017
Night is reticent and devious,
the blue jays sang this morning,
now we dwell with Orpheus,
through the evening we lie in mourning.
Twilight chattering through the trees,
the owl echoes an omen,
we perish in memories
and never live our moments.

— The End —