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

This is a scheduled post planned to be published at 2.9.2018 at 16:05

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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