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Jan 2021
Our walls are burning against the crimson sky.
Both of our shadows are slowly becoming one.

Your hand in my hand, your soul in my eye.
Our days are forever, unlike this dying sun.

Embrace it now, for it will always live on
And it will be the light of a new day’s dawn.

No longer lost in the dark eons of time
You’ve painted this hope across the burning skyline.
I hope you know who you are.
Iaìn MacAnndrais
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Iaìn MacAnndrais  26/M/Cleveland
(26/M/Cleveland)   
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