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SILENT WITNESS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ the sun, a molten coin, descends, and he, a shadow lengthening, holds his breath. he feels the earth turn, a slow, relentless dance, and wonders of his place within the spin. the sky bleeds crimson, then bruised purple, and he, suspended between light and dark, is neither here nor there, but simply is, a silent witness to the fading day.
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