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Dec 2020
Hope a faded dream of delusions of concepts never told
Dust settling while minds grow old
Pathways closed but never ending, grass yellow, brown... dead.
Surrounding a pale landscape of a future written, forgotten.
Today is tomorrow, we are still alone
Forever never grown.
Written by
Matthew collinson  M/UK
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