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Solstice
Sunshine concealed
Her darkness within
A summer so long
Whilst waiting for him
She bathes in his rays
His passion so hot
Today's just a burn
His tomorrow forgot
But she never moves on
Till still
Turns to stone
A cinder filled heart
On a solstice alone
Thursday 7th July 2022 12:38 am
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