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NovPoWriMo 1

Could be forgiven 
for thinking these
are the last days

the sun turns dark
and everything golden
at a certain hour

missing afternoon
breeze too cold
to walk home with

this song is older
than I was when
I first heard it

barring catastrophe
is something we can’t
do as a species I guess

By Joshua Keiter

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