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Every year we look forward to next
Speak of the Devil, December is here
But it has not a spark of decency
Taking many lives, at the final lap
You may not truly comprehend
Or understand the gravity
And the large vacuum it does create
Until it snatches someone close to you.
The cock may crowat the break of dawnhopeful we are for,tomorrow’s sun…There are times I think about leavingand where I will belost in my sleepOn…
I am astound by its composure; cool, calm and collectedit consumes treasures…On a daily,against it, I betslowly making haybefore the sunsetHey! judge me not,we all…
Wish I knew tricksevading the demisebefore it knocks,it is you I will hide,breaking shadows and scytheright here on earth.I wish I had firsthand informationof He…
Legends add bricks to the wallBut the game has the same ballSeeking virtue, to do moreThan anyone has done before.Ranging from the short and tall,To…
So true! I hold my breath every year at this time… thinking “ is my turn?… will it be my loved one?”. Well said!
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On point
Thank you
Am happy you can relate
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🙏🏽
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