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The Rain fell like a Scythe

  • Oct 23, 2025
  • 1 min read

The whet stone waited

Be alone

Silent strength

Whispered

The dawn


Sorrow is so sharp

See yourself

The sky relentless

My skin wet

Pain passes

Lies eat slowly

Forever

A window of opportunity

Hope lingers and burns

Despite the mist


Remember

When someone you trust

Let's go

You learn to cycle


 
 
 

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