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Undistinguished Guest

People are like the sky during sunset and sunrise
They are ambiguous
Mysterious

You can't guess what they want you to see in them
You'll never know if they like you to be with them

You see the shade of the sky
From the illuminated side
To the darker side

Monochromatic
But strokes are striking

Dawn discloses its lighter part to the line where the sky kisses the earth
Same as to dusk

Sunset never allow you to reach its dark side
It's always far, and will never abide
Just like what we see in sunrise

Sky paints itself
It amazes us every millisecond
With shades of different identity
With clouds of sincerity filled with secrecy
Wonder how hard for people to hide their real faces
Detaching and leaving with no traces

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