ahead lies the thickened darkness of future days
each a capsule of dowdy shade, greyed.. each erased.. as each capsule plays kissing sun on the lips of each horizon between flirting hours skirt clouds drape loin hills a succession of cleaved valleys spill the last capsule containing death.. fate is sealed on escaping breath truth revealed, whose face of fate is next?
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by Paul Sinclair
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