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End Of The Dream
Look there and tell me,
what do you see?
A darkening sky filled with fire.
A fall into black holes,
circling the things
that make up your every desire.
Look now and tell me,
just how will this go
when you reach to grasp it again?
You’ll feel it disintegrate,
dirt covered snow
leaves not but the mire in the end.
Yes, look now and add it up,
where doe...
Monday 4th March 2024 4:09 pm
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