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I am not what I foresaw Among rainbow-colored lands askew with fruit ripe and seeping springs wallowing on ancient forest loam I used to dream of the sky Now I lay upon nail beds destined by shadows demanding legacies foretold by soothsayers with eyes clouding against the present I am nothing change is something Was I ever something
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Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 8:37 PM UTC
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I am not what I foresaw Among rainbow-colored lands askew with fruit ripe and seeping springs wallowing on ancient forest loam I used to dream of the sky Now I lay upon nail beds destined by shadows demanding legacies foretold by soothsayers with eyes clouding against the present I am nothing change is something Was I ever something
Abstract thoughts on a steady change I've noticed since my youth. At some point, I dreamt of spending my life within the confines of the unimaginable. Now, it's difficult to even imagine the unimaginable.
#present#change#time#chance#life#youth#age
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Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 8:37 PM UTC
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