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Jul 2011
For the past I yearn

for dreams I had
once almost real
driving myself mad
in a running wheel
each path I tread
is just like another
thought process to dread
we retort like rubber
every tift
the same song and dance
timeless wit
never taking a chance
ageless years
that pass so well
stop this fear
only time will tell
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