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Jul 16
The last star before the dawn
fights all the majesty of a brilliant sunrise.
The last remnant of the night,
drowning in an over saturated sky.

When the curtain calls come
to usher everyone off stage,
the last star before the dawn,
through morning haze and window panes,
takes its final bow
#19 in my Year One collection, from notes on 3/7
Written by
Matt Bernstein  24/M/Atlanta
     Molly and Matt Bernstein
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