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Aug 2016
It comes out during sunset:
Sky blushes orange,
Moon scares the sun.

It gushes out in different forms:
A bit scattered at first,
But then becomes one.

It dabs words onto paper:
Sewing syntax
On fabric fantasy.

But it leaves without warning:
It's daylight drowning
In nocturne melody.
Paul Marfil
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