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Poem by Jade Blackmore- The Abyss January 1, 2020

Posted by vscorpiozine in poems, poetry, Uncategorized.
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The Abyss

The wheels of time grind, scrapping off metal,
A shrill stop and start.
The night is like any other.|
The celebrations are now perfunctory,
And the night is filled
With the silent stabbings
By tents and freeways.
The abyss is all that remains.




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