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The days are numbered, the nights go by Counting sheep till slumber, then morning cries Open eyes, our hearts ablaze A field of candles, with the wind it sways Softly sinking, a slow steady drip Smoke in the shadow, as life loses grip
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Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 1:50 AM UTC
Life is but a flame
The days are numbered, the nights go by Counting sheep till slumber, then morning cries Open eyes, our hearts ablaze A field of candles, with the wind it sways Softly sinking, a slow steady drip Smoke in the shadow, as life loses grip
Life and thoughts of our inevitable death
#life#death
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JoshK
30/M/US
Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 1:50 AM UTC
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