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This is one of those days
That I'll never remember.

I've met people like that too,
But when and where is lost

To me. Thursday;
Anonymous.

There are strands of magic
In the seams of a day like this,

Just as in the souls of the people
We meet, and forget.

Gold in a mask of rags.
Life disguised as

Something less than
Magnificence.

— The End —