the sky
bleached
purple, lavender
Midwest,
the lightest
like lilacs
with specks of
violet
dawn, dusk
like bellflowers,
wild orchids
at daylight,
tranquil,
sundown
hypnotic
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It's Never Magic By John Patrick Robbins
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