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Since you knew, ― 
it was going to cast a shadow. 

I let the question hang in air. 
Death was known, ― only to man? 

My suffering begins today. Adding― 
my two cents, I go wild. Too few 
white blood cells cruising in the veins. 
Like lightning strike― I put myself 
in harm’s way. 

Bright yellow― 
the gold and fire, absolutely opaque 
decimating the drooping primula. 

Impulsive, ― I raise the lid 
of blazing rage. A divine exposure. 
A millennium melts 
beneath the carpet of snow.