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when the sun breathes out
lighting up crimson embers
a tangerine thread stretched
across the horizon, burning
the mountains, fields, and grass –
all turn black with their backs
against the fire,
our shadows wilt, melted into
a fine ink, bodies taking root,
sinking deep into the earth,
the sun, carving our silhouettes
from the soot and ash of the
approaching night

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backdated Post a Day poem for April 10th, 2017

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