November 25th.

I suppose it wasn't all that bad;
After all
It was a time of exquisite faith
and luxuries not many could obtain
and fate was on our side
and we saw double rainbows
wherever we went,
lighting up a jet black sky
that was kept hidden
like a firefly in a painted jar,
a secret figment among our many dreams.


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