There was nothing remotely familiar,
I could see no one and every one all at once.
These people were lost, they were all dead.
Salem grew dark-blushing from a freshly spent temptation.
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I do not believe that wars could ever serve NEGATIVE GOOD. A well articulated poem written in heightened poetic diction with conviction. Kudos! And do remain blessed.
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I do not believe that wars could ever serve NEGATIVE GOOD. A well articulated poem written in heightened poetic diction with conviction. Kudos! And do remain blessed.