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    Inflict


    Darkness at noon,

    as though the Sun

    might be ashamed

    there is no end

    to night, in raiment

    that power draws on.

  • #2
    reminds me of a short one by Bukowski!

    Finish

    We are like roses that have never bothered to
    bloom when we should have bloomed and
    it is as if
    the sun has become disgusted with
    waiting

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