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Behind her, the sun dipped below the horizon, its brilliant rays emitting a final, silent, agonized shriek as it gave up its hold on the west.
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
A Christmas sort of poem
Those of you who are weird enough to appreciate my poetry check the latest out at the tag poetry. Work in progress of course.
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