Glitch
The sun beams on your flesh
But is it real or only a mirage
Touch the grass the dew crisp
But is it a Glitch
A trick of the mind
wind on your back rain on your head
Silence, ringing in your ears.
You found the glitch.
Now its pitch black.
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