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It was a dark sunrise.
the flowers wilted,
and the black sun shone.
It was a comforting pain.
bones healed like glue,
and runny eyes were dry.
It was an agonizing relief.
dry tears ran down cheeks,
and heads ached with hope.
It was a dark sunrise.
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