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Last Call

Last Call

Scentless flowers

Tasteless buds

A bad itchy scratchy dream

That I can't wake up from.

 

Sleepless nights

Breathless days

Mouths propped open

Grasping for air.

 

No respite tonight

Forget redemption

Until tomorrow

 

Hot days merge into

Windy nights

Fanning into fires

Our never-ending desires

 

This emergency

Is a last call to all

Exercise your agency

For once, for all

And this once for good

 

And yes,

For life!

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