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Pink wisps       thin, like cotton candy, f l o a t softly around my skin. I         s           n              p    i   under the expansive, lucid sky.      S     i    g   h. Air flows in and from      my  lungs. Hung in the depth of the horizon sits a mountainous, golden                sun. I run (run, run and run),             quick to catch a lick    of the warmth into my mouth so it f i l l s me        to the seams. Light      b     e     a    m    s from my f                     i                        n                            g                                e                                   r                                      s Yellow air lingers on my tongue. I           t                   l                w          r                        i 'til I am              unstrung. Lunge! Forward and fast, Make this f    a d    i n    g moment     l     a     s    t. Past the horizon, the sun s i n k s low to edge of the ground.         I found my meaning in       the      gleaming               l i  g h t that beats so   b r i g h t. I use all of my height to jump and grasp the last pink wisp     that kiss(es) my lips. "'Til tomorrow", I whisper to the now dark sky. I'll keep my head held up      high,              for this this just a temporary "goodbye".
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Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 5:11 PM UTC
The Gloaming Hour
Pink wisps       thin, like cotton candy, f l o a t softly around my skin. I         s           n              p    i   under the expansive, lucid sky.      S     i    g   h. Air flows in and from      my  lungs. Hung in the depth of the horizon sits a mountainous, golden                sun. I run (run, run and run),             quick to catch a lick    of the warmth into my mouth so it f i l l s me        to the seams. Light      b     e     a    m    s from my f                     i                        n                            g                                e                                   r                                      s Yellow air lingers on my tongue. I           t                   l                w          r                        i 'til I am              unstrung. Lunge! Forward and fast, Make this f    a d    i n    g moment     l     a     s    t. Past the horizon, the sun s i n k s low to edge of the ground.         I found my meaning in       the      gleaming               l i  g h t that beats so   b r i g h t. I use all of my height to jump and grasp the last pink wisp     that kiss(es) my lips. "'Til tomorrow", I whisper to the now dark sky. I'll keep my head held up      high,              for this this just a temporary "goodbye".
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Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 5:11 PM UTC
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