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Mar 2018
Walking in the pale evening dusk,
as the world slowy turns to it'sΒ darkened self.

The last Sun rays seeping from the sky.

The world should naturally fade to black.

But our artificial glow comes to light,
To keep us up all night.
Ted
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Ted  30/Other/Desolation
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