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a sun dips down yellow, red, gold rays shining across the rocky shore blanketing the stone glitering with hidden crystals waves smash against obsidian from endless water, black and cold a silver dollar rises creating silven light apposing a new scene forcing the dark into a light a climactic harvest of the moon this darking light, filling with magic hours pass, pulsing will o wisp join particles across a velvet plain each a spark, a wish never granted never lost, withen shadow a bloody birth, never destruction silent ghostly floating, risen above halos of the celestial, ever after |
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