There isn't really much
you can say about the near
miss we played as it lied,
and all the way through. It
was nice to imagine all the
future holds, and all the present
clinches we struggled so joyously
through - but where we've left
it, is now where it stays.
Where it lives, in the past
growing huger and strong
as it gobbles up dreams,
hopes, wishes and regrets
- everything it strays across,
it slays.
it has been
so long.
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