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Becomes Me – for Prompt 61 – Toska

Twilight becomes me The purple-black shade of in-between Stars struggle to ignite In an opaque sky Moments before the light Falls as broken wings Years of waiting have become Mere sacred ritual The white, the red, the black I light … Continue reading

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