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Kite The grass here is brittle The soil is hard The wind is like razors The sky is all dark Above the boreas Starless Pitch black The water is moving Downwards in slow motion Like world war 2 searchlights The cars driving by And just then Commence Silent Descent No words can describe it The sight that we see No camera lenses Can capture the glimpses Ignited Crowning Curtains Falling Kite
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