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Dec 2015
Where have all the good men gone?
Why has woman turned to fawn?
Is there something waiting for us
just beyond the coming dawn?

That we cannot know for sure;
the future keeps itself secure
from prying, lying human eyes -
but I would flee the night before.
Written by
Jordan M
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