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Oct 2012
The problem with infinity is
that it excludes a fresh start

Like the first day of spring just
that whisper of winter holds

and that ring that
although worn thorougly

still a ring is.

Maybe we should adjust
our goals; no more longing
for a new beginning

but aim to not forget.
Written by
Thomas Haverman
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