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KC Sep 2020
Sorrows thrown into the river of styx.
Proselytising raindrops to teardrops.
Cry me an alter alternate reality.
Dark abstruse universe within me.
Water ran a blithe obscurity.
Now, give your last line.
one of the July series , but on the thirty-first.

— The End —