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In a Dying Day

In the fading light
Of a dying day
The imagination comes to life.
Realities come and fade away
Faster than the blink of an eye.
All the memories kept inside
Are unleashed upon your mind.
What is real and what is not
Blur together to create
Thoughts devouring what you’ve sought,
Making false enemies to hate.
Until the faint light is gone
And then says with a smile, “So long”.

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