[golden hour]

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can someone remind me
what it is like
to be free of the chain
love force us into?
remind me of nights
when windowpanes
were the only
pain I knew.
I want to be reminded
of the golden hour
when the sun is
not yet lost but
is near its end.
I want to be reminded
when it was the sun's
golden hour,
and not my own.

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