You tell your story
I tell mine...
A simple tale
Not much.
But yet a lot,
These eyes
Say much.
These dried leaves,
And rubble fantasy
A mere glimpse...
The web lies much
A few adorations
At best a few....
Do not be mistaken
Each soul's struggle
Is one's own.
Neither hair nor sand
A dusty appearence
Doth make a difference.
We're shadows
Dreaming...
Do not be deceived.
The eternal dream
Of shadowlands
Beyond the graves
Of past, present
And future.
END
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