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Sep 2020
As the sun set low beyond the horizon
It set the trees ablaze
their red leaves lit up like fire
But as the sun continued to fall
The warmth left
And in its place
The cold, dark night arose
"As the night rises, I use the warmth of
a small light"
Crown Shyness
Written by
Crown Shyness  17/F
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