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Jun 2020
She said her name was 'Sunset'
I gaped in awe at her beautiful palette
Such a rare beauty, a wondrous masterpiece
Her sole presence diffusing timorous eyes with hope

She whispers to me, "I'm sorry, I am of no aid."
If only she knew,
That she has been humanity's source of comfort
Ever since the world decayed
Written by
thildaman  16/F
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     Xaela San, Holly D and angelique
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