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Aug 2017
through thoughts
of death
i heard
god speak

she said
"are you sure
you want this
to be the last
beautiful sunset
you ever see?"

through tears i saw
pink and orange hues
colliding, tesselating
becoming one.

through tears,
she spoke softly,
"every night
we paint the sky
for you, the least
you could do
is look up
once in a while."
lionness
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lionness  23/F/vermont
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