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visiting shadows
I hear the lonely call of the whippoorwill
Ripping through the night sky.
It's only an echo from summers past—
A melancholy reminder of where my passions lie.
Ripping through the night sky.
It's only an echo from summers past—
A melancholy reminder of where my passions lie.
Published 13th Nov 2020
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14th Nov 2020 7:58am
