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I watch the sun move ‘cross the sky
knowing it will set.
All I need to do is try,
but I haven’t done that yet.
The hope is everpresent;
the longing never fades.
I watch its effervescence
floating past me every day.
I feel my feet take action;
I hope it’s not too late.
My hope hit with subtraction
when I realize my true fate.
The rays wave a shy farewell pointed in my direction,
their dream of my early rise, their day’s last confession.



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