A batch of musings...
Desirous of all that lay ahead
A future of which he could only dream
He lost the beauty of that he already had
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Leaden weighted steps
Fortune's wheel spins
Fate spools another thread
Time hangs heavy
Suspended
A symphony of aches unending
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Colours bleeding slowly into one
Did I not see their patchwork warning?
Nor heed the pooling thickness upon the floor?
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