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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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