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JOHN'S BOOK
He portrayed a sunless nightmare,
a cloud of silence. Ashes of ages.
Why do trumpets announced a mutiny of existence?
It would have been easier for everybody,
if you just said your name.
You could have raised your hand,
crossed among seas and streets.
Instead of that you called me,
and the years of desolation came.
John. Don't you dare.
Don't provoke another revelation;
Is enough with her absence.
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