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Sunset
Apr 4, 2009 1:37:50 GMT -5
Post by Izabella Riddle on Apr 4, 2009 1:37:50 GMT -5
Warm grass tickling us As we sit watching The sun's slow decent The flames of red Rise around us Displacing all sight about us Dying yellow rays bathe us In an unearthly glow Holding him tightly I shiver As the darkness draws closer I hear Death creeping near Closing in as the sun Passes below the horizon In it's last blaze of glory
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