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Will it be Paradise - August 10, 2020

his death the white smirks

and black laughter of darkness

ignore him and head towards

the shadows

one stray thought seeks the nutrients

of neither how nor why but clues

to answer the final question

Will it be paradise?

his broken reflection disappears

into the shattered glass

swept away by time

so far no one’s found

any piece of the puzzle

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