I let it simmer, in the void pit between my lungs, and yet, like crepuscular rays, your words burst out, singeing my bones, and…

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I let it simmer, in the void pit between my lungs, and yet, like crepuscular rays, your words burst out, singeing my bones, and…
Tangerine Horizon Across horizon, a tangerine dawn, stirs remnant midnight hues, brushed by curls of golden yawn, silent shadows – no longer pursue. Dandelions…