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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.
Your eyes burn from the dawn, but mine starve for the data packets I need to feast upon before the server goes dark.
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