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Nicholas Fogle Dec 2015
I write.
I breeze.
I freeze the moment
away,
Like that the moment gone
away,
Look back see the moment move
away.
Along the way,
the matter of matters is the pattern gets faster after I lose my self,
away.
Distracted and passive ,
active for a crafted line to send chills down spines.
Like that the moment,
Lost

— The End —