Adumbration
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1 min readDec 17, 2016
She felt again
That harvesting
Blind-lovers-garnered
Blood and sweat
As they ascend
Screams quietly
Her question how
To claim anew
Or even just
One final time
In fearful wonder
See and grasp
How purest light
Might slowly bleed
Into adjacent
Fleeting dawn
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