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May 2010
everyday we get by,

anyway we will die,

so as we do our little dance

on this planet, with so much sense.

nothing is what that we bring along

leaving traces as we move on, be gone.

all that could last, from slow to fast.

in the night, a shadow cast.

to only leave behind,

what we make of our minds

an impression, a feeling

within the space, floor to ceiling.
Written by
Christoph Wong
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