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Apr 2018
The dawn is of purest gold and of sweetest sugar,
for you know that it means the light is coming.

The dusk holds darkness and tastes so bitter,
promising a long, cold night.

But each is as beautiful as the other, because without darkness, light is meaningless.
This is a bad poem, but I hope you like it anyways.
Alex
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Alex  F
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     --- and Mydriasis Aletheia
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