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The red sky, it's vivid voice beckons; Wild, insidious mediations. I sit here stranded Old, wise and fettered - By the memory of my trailing years; All forgotten.
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Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 5:34 PM UTC
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The red sky, it's vivid voice beckons; Wild, insidious mediations. I sit here stranded Old, wise and fettered - By the memory of my trailing years; All forgotten.
#short#life#loss#thought
Laniatus
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Laniatus
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Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 5:34 PM UTC
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