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TOIL
Upon barren fields, no crops to sow
Where life becomes rorulent
These forsaken yields, they rotted slow
When doom became apparent
Within memories now, those torrents gone
To greener lands beyond here
Yet still I shall toil until the dawn
For there's nothing left to fear
Published 22nd Sep 2024
Author's Note
A metaphorical twist on the subject of insanity, for Torrents of Insanity comp.
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