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Rainbows of shattered glass glisten in the muted sunlight. Cigarette butts populate the miniature hills like the scarred remains of so many
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As parting lights all summon darkness here,
And I rush, swiftly hur’ing from this dell, -
Never is the perfect time,
for it will always be -
I have hair everywhere
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small and shriveled,
hunched with age. -
together forever.
Side by side. -
together forever.
Side by side. -
I once believed that all was well...
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