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My sky
Shreds of torn blush-red,
shake dusk over parched crops,
open seed heads, sway
violet from a final sun.
layered above the valley's canvass
this dark-blue looks back,
as night sketches lines of black
on abstract thermals.
shake dusk over parched crops,
open seed heads, sway
violet from a final sun.
layered above the valley's canvass
this dark-blue looks back,
as night sketches lines of black
on abstract thermals.
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