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Personal Thought — 10
Apr 29, 2023
Just a poem.
On being Cassandra.
I live now.
In a state
of continuous poignancy.
Constantly aware.
Of “last times”,
“last chance to see”.
There will,
NEVER BE,
as many humans.
ALIVE,
at once again.
We are the candle/that burned bright.
Now falls.
The NIGHT.
- rc
04292023
