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May 2014
I awoke to dawn under auburn skies
Colour was gone
The feeling of place all wrong
Moved to a space outward and down
And all the sun clouds in my head, they made up for the storm clouds calling me dread

Hallowed Eves and pale morning skies bestow the greatest blessing  
A beautiful girl who has the gift for which many sift
One day that very girl would come to feed my growing flames
She hugged me with those deep brown eyes and told me her name
After that, nothing was ever the same
Of how many, only a large number value knows
Adam Mott
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Adam Mott  Bright Falls
(Bright Falls)   
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