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On The Last Day

When the rains swim towards their arrangement,
Then man will conduct his affairs with severity.

A speaker entails a whisper, through the days of
Anger and desire, like an agent of strangeness.

These are storms of sight and hearing, like the
Echoes of your kingdom residing on the sand.

So riots and relics collide with menace, mania,

Inward desires, so that hunger and thirst retaliate.
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Tuesday, August 27, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: day of the dead
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