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PEARLS PRESENCE
Our tomorrows
Like a sleeping ember of amber gray In the distant horizon
Rest pre-dawn
Like latent sunrises unrisen
A time in time
What we call the present
Is only the present
If it is emptied, pristine, clean Fresh
Otherwise, what we pass off As the present
Is really the absence
Of You
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