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For when the rhyme comes in fragile wisps
And fade before they reach an end
When the rhythm starts to roll
And distractions claim their toll
This is where the dead-ends come to wait
To be finished on another day

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1 The Dark of Light 2 216 2017/02/03 6 years ago
2 Incomplete 2 261 2017/02/03 7 years ago