Winterscore ©
Thursday, November 28, 2019
Loitering through these days
Loitering through these days
No conclusions are drawn
The pendulum swinging
From morning until dawn
Kicking the stone further
Directionless, unaimed
Into vacant future
Our destiny unclaimed
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