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Dusk

In the darkness it was a shadow

Highlighted by the edges of the rising sun

Where in-between it began to gleam

As the son stuck its fingers through the seams

With her eyes on

The horizon

Watching

The dusk of the night

Meeting

The don of the day

And with its light

It ended twilight

 

Oh Maddened Mind Of Mine

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