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Shirk Twilight Cool waters swim About the inert fish. Porch lights fear The brink of day. Treetops touch The skin of sky, And all we fear Resolves our cries. The evening of The fifth grows dim. As life of privilege Releases him. Sounds of bass Protrude the sigh. Alive again to Wake the sky. Broken shadows Collapse in shade. Now no one's left For you to save. 5-00 |
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