Poem – Dark Winter

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Winter is not dark, but we seem determined to make it so, fools listening to fools, hiding under the wings of dark angels; lost souls with no mind of our own.

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Hello, my name is Timothy French. I’m a blogger, writer, and author of Every Yard Is A Grave. A Post-Apocalyptic Novella.

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