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Twilight

As twilight approaches,

I watch the moon and wait

while my pen runs away from cliché’s

into the silence behind my ribs;

I loved the man for years

before noticing he never 

understood anything beyond

the surface of his own skin;

It was worse when I was twenty;

life had no beginning or end;

I could barely even remember

how to be alive;

Time is indifferent to youth;

she is the piper leading you

into the mountain

from which you will never emerge;

As twilight approaches,

everything, 

in autumn, seems to die.

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