Morning Twilight Scientists Call Dawn
Clarity is buoyant in the dark.
I smell good weather stretching her palm
to hold a sun certain to rise.
Today is the deadline.
Be it life or death, my heart is light.
I smell good weather stretching her palm
to hold a sun certain to rise.
Today is the deadline.
Be it life or death, my heart is light.
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