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Three months have passed The wind bid bye And yet... a thought So mundane and lame Scripting it’s daunting game A block is for me A speak in the grey Three months have passed And yet I get no thoughts to prey I sit alone, the time withers Aeons pass having jitters’ My shadow traces a weary path The scorching sun goes down The phoenix from the catacombs Only for the longing that I fear... The world tramples- I hear And yet I’m here Consumed in the inertia Gazing a thought only in oblivion. Team
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