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like dawn turns to dusk
it pales and fades
we are but mortals
stray as we might from the path
the fates draw us in
weaving our tale with spindly fingers
but walk west i will, chasing the escaping light
finding my place
but forget where i started i cannot
for i will not be able to tell how far ive came should i not
and when the darkness approaches, i run
for i fear it will consume me
as it did for that bleak moment
so chasing the light, i speed
and yet, i wonder...
what was that sliver from over my shoulder?
imeem is still a prick. or maybe its the internet im on?
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