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being unloved and unknown has golden glitter no one hurts when you are gone memory of you goes with the wind

blown away like the obituary page of a newspaper into the beautiful cactus filled desert

the red sun descends with dark silver lined clouds and bright stars switched on as I cease to exist.

 

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