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The Demise of Light

The sun bleeds
Orange, and
Yellow leaks out of
Its fiery heart.

As my eyes
Absorb these
Strange wavelengths,
My retinas burn.

But I cannot tear
My eyes from
The beauty
Of a dying sun.

Sight is a small
To see the demise
Of light.

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