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Wet and drizzly night,
Smelling the rain in the air,
Tinged with urban light.
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I have nothing left,
Only tales of denial,
Life flies by too quick.
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Blue violet circles,
Swirling round in a vortex,
Central black dots spin.
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Red through to violet,
Creating it with your eyes,
Floating in the sky.
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Within the spectrum,
No end to its curvature,
Forty five degrees.
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Write something inspired,
It’s difficult to capture,
Sitting on a rock.
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Organic fabric,
Shapes suddenly move about,
Weird details emerge.
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