Find the prompt here: https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/06/18/rdp-friday-burn/
When the sun goes down
and the lights turn on
When the fog rolls in
and it settles upon
the surface we live on
the place where we grow
the place we will wither
and burn and then go
where it will be the time
to turn fast and run
for your life will be over
and your existence is done.
©2021 CBialczak Poetry
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