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Monday, October 26, 2026

The Keening (incomplete)


There's the day that I died
It was pretty ordinary
It had rained that afternoon
And the puddles hadn't dried

I stepped out in the sunlight
Hoped to get somewhere
Didn't know how I'd get there
To the place I 
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