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When shadows fall dark and deep
and echoes of Gladness
weep in reverie,
When callous choices strut with bravado
while Kindness goes unheard,
unseen;
Where anger laughs vitriolic
and Need sleeps empty,
The door stands open for ebon shades
to clutch and tear
while Mercy Keens
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~Morgan~
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This poem was Inspired, in part, by this post
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Thanks as always John š
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YOU are very graciously welcome as always.
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Oh, so chilling. I love the deep void of darkness in this one!
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Thanks Diana š I feel like we’re falling into that deep void and if we’re not careful, we wont find our way out
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We’re waiting for a vaccine over here. But the world will be changed.
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So appropriate for this time, Morgan. Beautifully penned. ā¤
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Thanks Penny š
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