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Falling
You've dipped the world in fire
Tints of orange, blood, sunshine, rust, heat
It's like when the morning fog coats the grass
Nothing clearly visible except the sun
Nothing else matters except the sun
In this case you are the sun
But it doesn't feel like you're falling
It feels like you're sinking up to the clouds
Surrounded by blinding pastel colors
That make up the sun's arrival
You can't possibly leave
For you are the sun.
