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The icy winds of dawn dig in their nails Daylights first break tempered For the light only scatters along the horizon But does not yet kiss your skin As her nails dig in, a familiar pain takes grip Familiarity is a fickle friend If progress is measured in wounds healed Then taking shelter is Apollo For you see what's in front of your eyes It's beautiful, and it's coming to you
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Nov 11, 2023
Nov 11, 2023 at 7:28 PM UTC
False dawn
The icy winds of dawn dig in their nails Daylights first break tempered For the light only scatters along the horizon But does not yet kiss your skin As her nails dig in, a familiar pain takes grip Familiarity is a fickle friend If progress is measured in wounds healed Then taking shelter is Apollo For you see what's in front of your eyes It's beautiful, and it's coming to you
Sometimes new love is nothing but a false dawn. The familiar feelings of hurt are there but you are better prepared. Chin up
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Nov 11, 2023
Nov 11, 2023 at 7:28 PM UTC
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