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A Past Forgot
Along the winding path I walk
It narrows like my train of thought
I muster up a tired step
A song without its string quartet
As daylight waves, it fades to black
The path below me starts to crack
Engulfed in earth I fail to gasp
The ledges of the path I grasp
With all my might I drag my soul
Just clinging on to one last goal
I breath the air, so fresh and clean
The grass above that little more green
The winding path behind me screams
And with its voice I shake these dreams
I scatter darkness into light
A Past Forgot, so impolite.
- C.W.M
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