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August 17, 2015
By morgzotta BRONZE, Nicholson, Pennsylvania
morgzotta BRONZE, Nicholson, Pennsylvania
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It silently crept its way

Into our minds,

Leading us on for tHe

Unknown, inevitable failed trials

Ahead of us.

It remianedan invisible symbOl

Of whatever we needed to believe in,

A catalyst of Perfect intent

Bound to fall through when the clouds clear

And the sun reaches, just as we do,

For the thing that is somehow

Always beyond our reach,

As if it is really only an illusion

Of something that simply

Does not Exist. 



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