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Monday, October 17, 2011

A Rust Colored Sun Fell Down

I Bask in a Star Filled Ray


Rays upon My Cheek


Rays like a long Summer


Rays like Groundwater Rushing


Rushing to Meet Me


Rays That Fill my Irises


Leave Me Drunk and Blind


Rays that Whisper Liquid Promises


Promises And Lies


I Fall into Rust Colored Suns


A Pool of Burning Snow


Somehow I Not Feel Its Burn


Feel Its Deathly Turn


Turn Turn Turn


Turning With the Sun Beams


I Am.

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