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TALL EVENINGS, COME
Tall evenings and no despair
Mocked frights, angry joys
Perceiving the air
Sniffing my spices
The numb silent air
Frying out a chirp in tranquility
In fuzzy frequency
Silence makes a noise
And report to my ears
Without injustices someone provides,
Sad muses, sending my fantasy to wild colonies.
A charming, cold evening.
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TALL EVENINGS, COME
TALL EVENINGS, COME
