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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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