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close to the twighlight
On a hot summers eve close to the twighlight,
the marble of crimson came rolling down past sight.
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Misty clouds coating the ever changing sky.
birds whistle their last tune before slumber calls them.
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Stars begin to light.
Soon it will be night.
Close to the twighlight.
Monday 17th August 2015 8:03 pm
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