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Feb 2010
Despair shrouds
A wasted life
Nights spent, eyes awake
Mind that questions
All that befalls
Life seems such a waste
Of all that I had dreamed
If some ever came true
Whatever would I do?
Unreal it now seems
It will even then
Patterns traced in air
Dreams can be so unfair
When broken by time…
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