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Imagination's End

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Our dismal dreams
Dissolve
From our flat and fragmented Imaginations.

Stained dry
Drops of dew suggest a soon
Surrender.

Stiff and lonely.
Windows coldly wilt,
Ignoring the awkward air.

And every nocturnal ounce-
Even the shadows,
Grow shallow.
Draining night's desires.

Swallowing each star
And choking on the moon,
Daybreak beckons open eyes.





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