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Twilight

George Xu is passionate about tea, philosophy, literature, magic, and dragons.

Woke up one twilight

The dimming rays of the setting sun
Touch my face gently

Peace, silence, relief

Wishing to return to my nap, but
A voice calls my name

From afar

Mourning

Went up lightly from my rest

Glanced the surroundings, however
Only a shadow

Remembering when was
my last
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