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a barron coast

looking into the horizon I see things as they once were all drawn in sharp colors and defined lines now fading as time travels from one point to the next I see all in my dusty history images tattered and bled into rust once I remember now nothing but ghosts looking into the horizon along a barren coast back along my encrusted misery like pages in a book tattered and worn once drawn in lines of fire and brilliant hues now all is a fading history

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Date: 5/31/2024 7:18:00 PM
Awesome poem! Nice to meet you
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Date: 6/8/2024 4:21:00 PM
Thanks! Nice to meet you too!

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