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Seasons Turn

My days prolonged,
  my nights were short
   -my history caught between

Judgment coming
  fast and swift
  -to escape is then to dream

All time distorted
  memory fried
   -the past is but a whim

Old lessons spurned,
  the seasons turn
  -new forces pull within

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)


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