Sunset
comes once
again.
It's frail
delicate
hand
on
my cheek.
Sunlight
against an
ever
changing sky.
Its
face
reflecting me.
Nighttime
is all
I
crave tho.
Shadows
along
my walls.
Reminders
of what
is
to become.
You
and
me
finally alone.
Foretold
are these
memories.
Of
who
I'll
always be.
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