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epilogue

my need to feel –

needed –

palpable,

finite…

my need to –

feel –

as necessary as air – to breath…

where have you gone –

summer sun –

where are the seasons passed?

piled up like leaves against the fence –

tangible,

yet out of reach…

and you –

memory of a setting sun –

less brilliant,

on this – the morning after!

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bound to a fate i cannot escape, i stop by briefly to expunge the demons... care to join me?

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