Prognastication Poem by Connor Brown

Prognastication



the disguises drawn back
the tasteful days far behind
the hateful parts begin to shine
the moon looses its only sign
and the golden
forbidden fruit looses it's rine

nobody regrets
in a time when everyone forgets
the circumstances that dictate
the pain brought by
those who forgot to regret and remember

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