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On The Brink

When I sighed, in the past
For the foggy roads, of futures vast
Little knowing, that time flies fast
In the land of wide-eyed soons.

I had no dreams of this day
When futures ghosts turn past wraiths
And I would sigh for traversed ways,
On wet, paper-print afternoons.
srtdilse srtdilse 22-25, M Apr 15, 2012

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