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My Sunrise

You met me
on a beach.
You liked my hair
even though it was windswept
and thought I was deep
even though
I was
consumed
with plastered prettiness
and false pretenses.

You taught me
about the sunrise.
Said it was
evidence
of the end
to come.

I didn't believe you.
But I listened.
Because you were my sunrise
flaming my world
and showing me the end
to come.




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