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Pathways

 

As time goes by,

I return to the places it can’t,

Where life was a facet,

Of many,

And which still exist there,

On these pathways,

To places in denial,

Of a future imperfect,

Trapped in scenes that change,

Yet to me, the same,

For as I look back once again,

I find that I still have not left,

And most terribly;

May never.

 

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