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The Outright Hidden
When biding entailments of an adoption stay kept - more than otherwise shown; staved off from enlightenment, are these lives of which, we have now coopered and held within their fiery unknown…
…Where ablaze are thoughts from far, far reaches, as if each a reddish licked flame from a long lost fire… Fires of which, brushed every shade of burnt orange that still hue of a past sunset’s desire.
Your sunset, our own living sunset, a sunset awash in its own past beauty or life’s chaos -; now viewed by everyone as hope never surrendered. As if the artist’s hand-hurled, color-of-the-sun fireball - splashed broadside our own clouded gun metal gray horizon – for better or worse…”
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