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Wednesday, April 11, 2018
Days blur with nights racing
Days blur with nights racing
In the moment, past sleeps
Future wakes filled with hopes
We give ourselves for keeps
After the rush of youth
We start the steady climb
The World at our feet then
We fall one at a time
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