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Last In The Harrow – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

I saw the end,

before it came,

a picture told in words of a thousand,

given to me in sly,

through time infinity,

I sat for silent moments,

as he stood by my side,

my future self,

my haggard frame,

not much older than I today,

he came with terror,

he came with fear,

a death that grew in me,

took my flame and extinguished it out,

we haggard three,

me, myself and I,

forever misunderstood,

forever,

not I…

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