Real sunsets now
fanfares for the days
now not slipping away
unnoticed but lingering
in fuchsia and gold
denouements but still,
endings
.
this isn’t a blue
tint that would be too
obvious a thing this is
colorless odorless
an uncanny world
preserved plasticine–
.
I cannot seem
to touch it
OPTIONAL POETRY 
This is great
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thank you!
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Did you write this one backwards?
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just a little bit, not completely
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I did the same thing with mine, bounced around a lot.
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