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riding in the shadows under the sun
living until life comes ......... undone

searching for answers in all that's unsaid
left speechless and one of the undead

anticipating strife and all the misery
awaiting amid all that haunted quietly

counting leaves while they do fall down
during removal of such a gifted crown

screaming silence and left in the wake
as the mirror begins to crack and break

turning to the darkest parts deep inside
bravely dig into that cesspool of pride

watching from inside the tree so hollow
the pied piper plays and they all follow

on the ground an empty turtle shell
off to swim the vacant waterless well

staring blanks into black hole sun
marching from the lost race run

time passing all around in the air
seemingly so without even .. a care

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