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We spend our nights
mired in what ifs,
what could of been
in pasts that hold
no meaning.
But there is hope in
the now.
Treasure in the future.
Life in the universes
That cannot be seen.
mired in what ifs,
what could of been
in pasts that hold
no meaning.
But there is hope in
the now.
Treasure in the future.
Life in the universes
That cannot be seen.
I haven't been here in years. This was a short poem that was written fairly quickly, within 10-15 minutes or so.
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