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The World is Broken: skeltonics
The world is broken; Cassandras have spoken their tales of woe. Let teardrops flow; and as fear grows, watch kindness dry and those who try to counter lies with trust and truth lose friends and youth. As our illusions die, … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, acceptance, doomsday, games, illusion, John Skelton, poetic forms, Skeltonics, tumbling verse, war
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