Poetry
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Sunset
Rays of light seep
into layers upon layers
of black fog.
Back then,
the brightness was too much,
and I retreated into hiding.
Why always
wish for a fall?
My eyes raced ahead,
as though on the verge of collapse.
Surely they, too,
had somewhere
they longed to reach.
I stood still
and let their headlong rush
break against me.