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25 january 2012

poetry

Mystro
Mystro

Into the horizon

It’s all a dream inside my head 
I wish I could but I am dead
My senses failing no one knows
What this life brings to those
Who make the best of their time
Living with regrets 
should be a crime
I’m no saint 
Don’t get me wrong 
But in the end we’ll all belong

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