Way too long and far too soon

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I woke through slipping sentience to cicada song
and your boiling aura radiating from the shadows,
magnetic north aflame. The conflagration tore through the night
and into smoke-stained dreams flagrantly bitter even now
in the stale scent of morning, a pall draped hastily
over the forced smiles and unbidded tears. Would that
these days were no longer than another, the nights
no more silent than the stubborn antics of insignificance,
but even in summer comes a gray morning stretched thickly
across the blue, and I the unfortunate traveler across its skin.



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