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The failing rays a summer late Sun turning to autumn warm Extends its grace before my fall like empires wasted or war-torn Sprits racing as thoughts digest Lonely given arrows space to suggest I spin through the pen on paper I now lead Punk words are written as an open bleed. HEED That wisdom of two another This crown of thorns head locked Mind smother. © 2020