Smoke rises, beams of light are caught in it’s grip.
The sun isn’t what it used to be, it’s changed the the world which it used to give life.
Forever dusk, ash never settles.
Crack appear, small at first but then they span out and consume.
Things shift, once sturdy positions are now uncomfortable.
The dust resettle after things find a new resting place.
She smiled, it was like the sun had found a new vent.
Connected, their eyes are glued, but by will.
They circle, towards there own destruction.
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