Crepuscule Mind No more pityNo more tearsAt last I wanderThrough the yearsWith an odd feelingThat at last I reachAs I try To others teachThe peace and chaos Both combineAt a planeIn my mindWhere all things stopIn a conversionThat I first thoughtWas a diversion:Sleep/AwakeLove/HateLife/DeathNight/MourningAnd how (they ask) Could this be classified?Crepuscule... crepuscule....Twilight
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