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Current mood:  contemplative
Not straying, this thought
strange, odd, and just simply weird
he's a visitor, coming home again
it's just a mirror imitation
a clone of moments just days ago
now a pebble on the water
and now
life's becoming
to bloom and expand
forming cracks
more or less to come done and see all clear
evolve things all away
the sun now heating over head
so says the dial
and now night's not so distant
the last purple tinges of dawn grow faint
to become only another memory.
1:21 AM
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