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The Illusion of Tomorrow

You pace the corridors of unlit tomorrows,

A thief of dreams and an heir to sorrows.

Yet the present, a whisper cloaked in gold,

Holds truths too radiant, too sharp to be told. 

Let go of the chase, embrace what's near,

The present is all you need to hear. 

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◄ Life after death...

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