Tuesday, July 22, 2008

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when past and present come collide
and any potential future died
our steps guided by light unseen
love unfelt, and hope... baleen
and uphill we struggle, and we try
till upon the hilltop we sit and cry
sharing the same sky alone
spirits, the only other light shone
to play the odds or the possibilities
could the chance outweigh the memories

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