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I couldn't think of another stanza
curled on a velvet chair
in a darkening room
is a monstorous teen.Â
outside the blackening,
is a fading pink sky.
the clouds within whisper to shepards,Â
"Delighted I Hope"
and on the highest grassy hills,
the shepards face eternity.
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Friday 9th September 2022 8:08 pm

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