blind blinds hold the afternoon sun that still somehow seeps through cracks on the off-white surface of the sky that holds the stars blind beneath the empty black void above city's orange burning skin blinds against the night and soul that hides blinds against the day the dawn fights through the sun blinds heat against the glass against the windshield the blinds hold back the sun barely it still finds its way through the blinding light truth against the blinding lies holding out the light and heat blinding me...Birth sign: Not entered
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