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[robinbloke]

Distant stars
falling minds
turned around
cast aside
lost in memories
past in mist
space around us
as we simply exist

No time to tell
no time to take
Just moments passing
images in our wake

I never knew
I never saw
All the colours fading
all the emotions flawed

Does it mean
anything but past
I can't rely
on these cascading thoughts

I'm not a poet
I'm not a saint
I can't remember my life beyond now
Words are crude tools
for forming thoughts
I can't expect
it to come to naught

But it's not a shade
or wisp of nothing
It'll all end in a blink
and in a moment, tommorrow.

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[taser-panda.livejournal.com]

That is really quite pretty, sad and pretty, as is life.