As The Sun Sets: A Collection Of Odes
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We're all longing for something/someone. The touch of a lost loved one, sleep after staying awake 2 days straight, to kiss the lips of the one you love. These are all things many of us crave and desire. So, I made a collection of several odes to various people, places, things, ECT. And no matter what the sun always sets somewhere. So stay, relax for a while. Listen to my words as the sun sets.
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