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May 2017
Dusk stirs the breeze of autumn
Spun to a sudden halt as night approaches
Waves of light appear before him
Those of villagers carrying torches
And within little time the morning comes
Dawn settles on top again
And when the sun will settle
Neither Dusk nor Dawn will win.
Emmennarr
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Emmennarr  20/M/California
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