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Nov 13, 2024
Watching the ascension of half-moon from the brown hills there was a blast in veins.
A raw hope strokes the clouds. Starting a fire in stars, making you blind.
Till the eyelids become heavy with guilt, striving. Waking up in middle of blue.
I was trying to reach you, when you were not there, wounding me in void.
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