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The Separation



In the dawn
a ray of sunlight whispers
And the silence
is forever shattered.

As night falls
drapes are drawn
Dark eyes open
to view the sight.

Only a breath
separates the two.
A knife's edge
between light and dark.
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Submitted on April 09, 2016

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