blessing the day, smiling to me with its golden teeth. It touched my face, unceremoniously, and emptied my pockets, leaving me only its yellow cloak. “You stole my sleep,” I said and it laughed with dry whistling. “You stole my sight,” I said and it bit my eyelashes. “You stole my self,” I said again.
Stately sun smiled sinisterly, as the sails were full of wind and lies and my eyes were burned to the ground. It wrapped me in its golden cloak and joined me to its dance, so I danced and I choked and I faded.
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