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Mar 2021
Escaping me these twilight hours,
I fear the dawn will come,
And I will have no rest.

Time usually filled by dreams of power,
Now looking for a crumb,
Feeling like a guest.

The day will now sour,
Unable to numb,
Failing the quest.
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