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The Arch
1:02 am / 31.12.03

there is an arch in the park

that frames a beautiful sunset

and tan red rock chips to sand

hiding in your socks

arriving home you always see

the color of the sand

as the color of the scene

when the sun fell silently

between the gentle slopes

of that arch in the park

where you hid your tears

and thought.

I may never see god again.

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