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Till The Sun Dials Home – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

talk about wicked,

the end showed its side,

waved a hand like some giant in the sky,

while the sun shone down on it,

served up an apocalypse,

liquidated the free,

smash the glass before me,

cut my way from within me,

bite my tongue,

severed it to see,

the voices told me it was time,

counting seconds down,

I knew the end was coming,

we ran out of time,

we could’ve tried it differently,

but we never tried,

the voices told me it was time,

I waved up towards the sky,

as the sun fell from it,

and the world died!

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