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Mar
10

a day at the graves

trapped in my melancholy mind, only orange skies can save me now. a cool breeze at dusk greets me with a kind graze and the setting sun reveals a world beyond my own. Sitting at the top of the earth, I long to reach that world, and be consumed in all its mystery. Radiant and bright, it exposes the dark and gives away the secrets of the night. And when I gaze into its essence, it unveils itself to be – a still and quiet place, lost in the galaxy.

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