Poetry

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The clock strikes twelve.

Midnight…

The sands of time have run out. Resting peacefully at the bottom of the hourglass.

The silence is deafening as the last gasp is taken.

A life cut short too soon.

The survival of a woman and her children left in disarray.

The ground flecked…

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Dave Logan

Dave Logan

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Independent Bookstore Manager, Book Nerd, storyteller, Mental Health Advocate. Writer @ Write Under the Moon & Know Thyself, Heal Thyself.