Afterglow.
Pants tight 'gainst skin's sweat.
The Midnight Sun hangs,
a mandarin-coloured star.
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Her bright, intuitive hair
burns
to light
my escape.
Assorted verse, analyses, opinions and instructions on how to improve the Multiverse.
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