Monday, December 7


as time is moving on 
you leave your mark upon the past
never knowing what gets lost in time
and what will choose to last

the moments that you knew
would never fall apart are gone
the lines that never seemed would
come to pass now have been drawn.

who knew that true reality
is a cold and biting chill?
the past is gone, but moving on
can kick and batter still.

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