mid-dell

when all around come to speck
when all is done, but not finished
then, the longer the eclipse last
the shorter the diamond shined
in this change of brightness
light will escape, the smoke no more
and, there, could be morning
could be night.
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Posted: Dec 2018
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they are the ones, unless, they are not.

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