Light chasers

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And
suddenly,
every sunset is you.
The death of another day
spent laughing together despite the blue.
I am hoping we will never end
for heaven knows you fill me with bright
when all hope seems lost, and I cease to fight.
You are my guardian angel,
my messenger of positive thoughts,
my fellow traveler towards that green light.
For
suddenly,
every sunset is you.

Always

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Sunrise is the start of something beautiful: the day.
Sunset is the start of something beautiful: the night.

Confessions of a Wallflower, page 244