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RACE THE SUN
the air is bruised with ghostly fumes of condensed smoke but in my interpretation the world's not moved she sleeps tonight the harvest breeze will refrain her lullaby i walk solo tonight witnessing this moving painting still i'm the only soul moving the only distracted child still i'd rather be the one last sleeping the one to hear her sigh the trash cans are still on the curb enlisted soldiers awaiting departure still no lights reflect dawns intellect she speaks with silence i've understood every word are you with me tonight witnessing this moving painting?
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