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Mar 10
I'm sad on sunny days
The warmth is something foreign
An unwanted presence draping the skin
Rushing towards the many cracks
Seeking entrance
Into the flesh
It's only desire
To fill the body with Sols loving light
As it blazes yet another path
Into the hollow center
Where the soul resides
In cold black ice
Holding out against the inferno
Praying for reprieve
For the shelter of clouds
The descent of the rain
Dimming of dusk
Or the death of day
For the coming of the Gentle Queen
And her comforting rays
Of beautiful moonlight
Chris Sanders
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