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6Fl1MXOI stand before the early morning light, squinting, to see the hope promised on the horizon. Shadows from the pillars of salt behind me; a multitude of errors seeking my attention.  All the fallen stars buried beneath the empty wishes; their tombs unmarked and broken from the heft of promises.  The black rose I carried tightly within my palm has died from suffocation.  I’m afraid to let it go, hoping it can be resuscitated.

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