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in the blue hour
past sunset past the pink light of promise night is its own consciousness what is real only becomes real now we are wild animals roaming the forest daylight is just a man with a gun trying to prove his worth nightmares sit in metal folding chairs waiting to watch the world end i lose myself in another world a spiral unraveled stealing stars light years from now i will remember this black hole how its beginning was just another end and i was just a fool juggling stars listening to the echo of nothing thinking it was everything
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June 2023
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