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The past erodes from memory and we've no hope in the future we walk through days numbed by pain and little to no slumber time seems very meaningless from inside Pandora's box Some close their eyes when faced with truth, it's wet and boiling hot We're all just shadows waiting for sunrise: Everyone's got a number It's up to us to accept our lot or not, and never stumble.
Slumber Stumble
May 07, 2023
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When we've reached our destination and there's no further down that road to go The compasses we look at thence? Well they don't seem to know. As our toes stretch out and wiggle in the surf and foaming spume The sea only retreats from us: One cannot return to the womb. So we trudge avoiding fences eschewing all locked gates Marching staunchly ever forward though we know only agony awaits. Oh if onl...
Relentless Compasses
Nov 30, 2022
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