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Tuesday, August 11, 2020

The Race


Striving like a rats
Calamitous confusion
Struggling in a cage

Free me, let me soar
Stretched on the wind, eagle-like
As the cool wind sighs

As day turns to night
Hiding in the cloudy field
Shrouded by sorrow

The world turns and burns
Spirits scatter in the light
Rats in the cellar

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