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Sudden Exit Brazen sunset blazes into red and other savage colors that do not blend, but rather weave into a scream of vista; dashing hard against a solid, unrelenting sky. There's nothing tender in this destiny no soft word or promise of new bliss no flannel gown, no chamomile no time for testament or rants of blame or anyone to pardon or forgive. A flicker of a soul, a sudden void just you, but prematurely gray and mute, big-eyed enough for Sacagewea dollar coin. |
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