Poem 5

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Lonesome nights

Short cool days

Long weeks

And terrible dreams

Violence in mind

Corruption In heart

Destruction in eyes

Lies from the tongue

Shelter afar

Hunger around

Cleanliness gone

Shadows fall down

The days are numbered

The time is going

The clock is ticking

Death come swiftly

Freedom at last

Brightness anew

Pure in soul

Happiness found

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