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Nov 2022
Tired from the long journey,
He turns to go,
Dragging fingers of fire
   Along behind him in
           Red,
                   Orange,
                               and Yellow

He waves a final goodbye
Glinting tears left in his wake
      as the clouds close
               Behind him in
                                       Pink,
                          Purple,
      and Blue
Love sunsets y'all, straight obsessed
Written by
Aimée
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