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Dust filters through their fingers, each grain slowly slipping away. Pushing forwards And feeling the strong repel of backwards. All that remains now are the ashes of the dreams that you let die.
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Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 8:19 PM UTC
Ashes of the dreams you let die
Dust filters through their fingers, each grain slowly slipping away. Pushing forwards And feeling the strong repel of backwards. All that remains now are the ashes of the dreams that you let die.
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Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 8:19 PM UTC
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