The dying light grazes my face. It warms the world with it's last trace. The tired sun sits down. Sinks down to sleep below the ground. - Post by BreakHeight on Boldomatic

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The dying light grazes my face.
It warms the world with it's
last trace.
The tired sun sits down.
Sinks down to sleep below
the ground.

The dying light grazes my face. It warms the world with it's last trace. The tired sun sits down. Sinks down to sleep below the ground.

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