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MORNING
When Zephyr Shook The Town’s Ennui
When The Death Knell Calls
The Daily Déjà Vu Of Thoughts
In The Blood Monsoon Of The Midnight Moon
COVID Funerals In My City
May Broken Goblets Bleed Tonight …
Every Morning Is A Prism Of The Soul
What The Zephyr Whispered To The Wind
When Evening Whispers In Lost Lanes
Between Two Worlds
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