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Photo: Zara Mhofu (Aglais urticae)

The Edge

Once your crisp tones flew out of reach
You are still now below my gaze while others fly high
Did we wait too long?
You don’t move.

We used digital to drown analogue dreams

Of content, now hope fades with lies
As your hues begin to decline on man-made mix
Will we rise up and repair