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Sleeping Sunrise

The aurum of just after day

Sincere and so serene

Golden sets of mannequins, they’re reaching for the sea

The plastic wishes fragile yet extreme

Washes away in our sleeping sunsets

I guess

No let’s —

Find our ever-after

Bathed in moonlit matter

Neon lights and laughter

Drunken stupor or dragging dancer

Just questions with no answers

Knowing that tomorrow is another day

Lie here in a dream

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The Sad Owl

I'm just here. Until I'm not.

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