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One Day, Maybe

The cold brings nightmares

to the misbegotten

illguided

starstudded sky

A silent moon beckons

    " wait for it "

a crispness of of sepia and midas's touches

Emerald's color dying into crimson


And forever it seems

to worship the silence

of pacing without end

I dont give a fuck what you think

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