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End of Days

Think of the colour of dusk On a stormy February day- The bruised sky, pained, worn, drawn. That is the colour of your coma. Forget-me-never eyes Hidden beneath tissue thin Putty blue lids, quivering Shivering with who knows what dreams. … Continue reading

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