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November is my Muse

wake me up when it’s all over
“when the ink of my pen stops bleeding
when there is no trace of their memories”
wake me up when the nightmare is over

november’s sadness will take me down
burn the bridges to the next run
lunar eclipse and pacing under the sun
gray will return in it’s darkest shade

About this poem
Written on- November 1, 2024
This poem is about the haunting memories that the month of November carries for me.
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