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You're a Pompeiian poet. Volcanic ash is raining down. You write one last poem. What is it?
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It was always coming and we lived life accordingly. Without the sun we couldn’t appreciate the light of the moon. We have lived in darkness and light and embraced each moment as our last. Now it truly is our last. Perhaps a new beginning.

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