Tag: Peace
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Poem: Cataclysmic Pop
Cataclysmic Pop – Running through world as blind Looking for next great find. Never stopping to see Beauty in front of me. – Time it seemed, running out. Need do it all sans doute. Dead lines to meet I dread, Will not complete ‘til dead. – One day, was forced to stop. Since cataclysmic pop,…
June Nash 