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The wind blows,
At a blurring pace,
The bits fly,
I make a chase,
With bruised feet and misty eyes,
I hasten towards,
My darkest truths,
My whitest lies,
Of easy loses,
Of hard gains,
Of the times I laughed and cried in vain.


As days drag,
Years gallop by,
And yet we find shelter,
In the piercing air,
Under the wings of time.



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cayaTWThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Apr. 26, 2012 at 5:43 pm:
i know it's all late, but you're wlcome.  oh  and i'm not a dude.
 
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cayaTWThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Oct. 12, 2011 at 7:34 pm:
I thought it was very interesting to see the thought about how something will be eventually pass be put into a poem. i enjoyed reading it.
 
ms.practicallyintellectual replied...
Oct. 16, 2011 at 8:35 am :
thanx dude... ur comment mnt alot 2 me...
 
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