Tag: writing
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Truant : Our Sun is Dying
Our sun is dying. The sky is hidden. Stashed awayIn the air an emptiness. Dust settles. Neither cold or warmA grey blur, shapeless. Manifested from all of us. Just out of sightDrifting off to sleep. Don’t fight it. There’s nothing left in this world for us.When it gets cold. The cold gets inside of you.…