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Entropy

I canít see,
Screamed the owl.
Fogged muzzled vision
Torched in waterheat.
Then before this peaceful atmosphere,
A red, yet orange object.
The ground screeched its name,
Upon another.
A blue almost grey object.
Two glows in the darkness,
Merge to one eruption.
The trees looked on,
And the grass will always remember the better days.
The owl hooted again,
I canít see.

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