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You are the morning. You are the leaves. You are an amber-golden shadow casting over everything.

I feel so lonely - my bedroom still. I’m far away from all the people
the way they talk and how they feel.

You are the morning. You are the leaves. You are a sunset so vivid - unaware of everything, casting over everything, forgetting that feeling is fleeting.

You are the morning. You are the leaves. You are here now and I’ll remember this feeling, whatever that means.

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