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Dec 2018
Night falls, magical
Dust in-between
The dim and The End,
Flies weightless and
Canary cloudland
Carries the
Dots in flight, existing
Here nor there,
Their flicker
As the day
Is swept away.

It escapes.
Written by
Jen  36/F/Seattle, WA
(36/F/Seattle, WA)   
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