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Colours with proximities 
phase in and out of each other 
in the right and wrong light. 
I enjoy sunsets for myself. 

People talk of peaches and deep reds,
of purples and greens sometimes.
I only see beauty I cannot name.

A love I love without knowing it.
Silence I can ask no truth of.

Uhtil the twilight rubs the horizon away,
right down to the blacks and blues, 
and every grey
- where we all become the same.

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