While I dwell in the present,
Coming from a past where I have never been
I slip seamlessly into a future I will never know
Each moment leaving an impostor behind
For a dwindling moment in each mark of time.
Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 2:36 PM UTC
While I dwell in the present,
Coming from a past where I have never been
I slip seamlessly into a future I will never know
Each moment leaving an impostor behind
For a dwindling moment in each mark of time.
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