The sun has slipped its grip
Upon the heavy evening;
Too soon that which
Was boldly polychromatic
Will be rendered grayscale
As the sneak-thief, darkness,
Extends nicotine-stained fingers
To grasp ever tighter
The last few red coppers of sunset
And unkind night pickpockets
Precious gold of the day.
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