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mrgrinmore — Letter 8: August 15th, 2068
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13th Landing RoadOlympus Mons Colony,
Mars Colony
MA-00001
15th August, 2068
My dear friend P,
Horizons fail to fall
Here amongst the fog
The words I hereby scrawl
See cowardice and fear
In myself, in our home
Going round in circles
Pacing, but we don't roam
Amongst more than wisps
Your nights are far brighter
Than any since you left
Death's hand grips all tighter
Ghosts of dreams unclaimed
The music has gone off-key
The fey-lights gone cold
A starry tapestry
Beyond your dusty clouds
The food has all gone sour
Rotting and festering
The faces have lost power
Downcast, aching and weary
The emerald has fled
Clouded up and milky
Or bloodshot, screaming red
Seeking sensation, some release
Gutters drown with lost hope
The slums sprawling grows
Some find peace upon the rope
Repose now within Elysium
Danger, at the very least
Gives a chance to live
Release our inner beast
Savage, but still awake
We are dying here friend
I am glad to know you're distant
Untainted by the scend
The tide of darkness rolling
Oh, I wish to join you
Despite the pain you have
Together we'd get through
Anything that may come
The war god's dusty land
May have tricked you
Deceit within the sand
But safer there than here.
With desperate longing,
S.
