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I think I had a really bad day when I wrote this next bit- I had probably also had too much caffeine and spent a lot of time playing Vampire: The Masquerade.
When the sky curls up and reveals
it's ochre underside laced with
glittering stars
The wind will howl through oaken reeds and herald the arrival
of your doom
The mountain will cower under the seas drowning out earth's sorrow
The world must pray I don't create tomorrow.
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