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It is hard to look at the light when the sun is rising and my shift is finally over.
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The golden flicker is finally home in your eyes, light waking up to its own glow.
It is hard to look at the light when the sun is rising and my shift is finally over.
The golden flicker is finally home in your eyes, light waking up to its own glow.
Close your eyes and pivot into the shadows, letting the rhythm of the rest finally settle into your tired, aching arches.
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