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Dusk casts a copper-scented glow

The passing on the paneled facade gently burns

Memories on construction paper taped to the wall

Desolation speaks in whispers

The hour where time stands still

The sun is an orange disc like Ra

Then sinks into a death-yellow horizon

Sipping darker colors moment to moment

Until night finally falls


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