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Jun 2018
Sunset smoked itself a desert fire.

Somewhere across the Atlantic,
you were busy painting your own horizon
when the steps of morning met the sea.

That night you learned clocks don't really tick,
just shiver and sigh.
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Ev  23/USA
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     Eryck, Fawn, Azaria and Brandon Conway
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