ii. dusk

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dusk

the sun has finally set
after a long day of tireless strolling.
seeing the neighborhood's perfect tints;
the greens getting more lush
and no more abandoned buildings.

the heavens were colored maroon,
a shade of rage i have not seen before.
but today, it was all over the town,
covering the lightest tinge;
towering over its own people.

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