Dawn unmasks the corner of sun’s lips It’s that time where it imitates dusk Two sides of the same coin, mirroring
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There is that precise, intentional moment where hypocrisy runs along the edge Taunting an endless, fragile bridge Sheer timidity holds pride in its hands
Clock ticks on and air hugs the flame With every turn, one evaporates On every nook, one is away.
