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Freeze

The sunset tides will wash me away
Jaded, but
          I try
                And now I stand to hear my breathless breaths.
Over the white noise, screaming out
"Sunrise, sunset, can you wash away the rain?"
My nightmare. You took back what was yours.

My morning star grew dim.

Copyright © Abijah H.

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