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A still, opaque midnight Undisturbed, sleepy, and without refraction Until golden tendrils of smoke roll in like billowing clouds
To this day and hours ahead For each gaze and every word Living a lie and creating lead No such fright can take that of the word   Creating and deceiving Those that bring it all
You see the glow first. The radience of it. It lights up the darkness. A star in the sky.  It happens every day and you bask in its beauty.  The thing that brightens up people's lives.   
Birth of Dawn   look down, breath's thick in your mouth,  drifting out like dragonsmoke. the grass beneith your feet,  damp with the crisp kiss of false dawn.
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