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Lost Forever
Ask the fingers holding an aloof pen. Ask, where its passion has gone, ambition has fled. The fingers will be still. How... the empty eyes will look at the pale pages yoked with numbers in black... Then, just observe... how a curve widens on the face as they gaze out of the window... The far...the farthest! Fast, it dies out. A swarm of feelings from the heart's cavern, pick up their last daring flight, to die at last of thirst of love... These eyes will never dream. Words will never be welcome. One day they will be dumb as stars, And grey as time. They'll give up the race, race to superiority. Cold the heart as ever, will sleep in a colder body. Frozen as dreams they were, will leave the turbid eyes. Will leave, for the worms to delight in a body so baked in plight! And Time? Will it mourn or joy? That it could not find the fragrance of a budding mind before it too was damned. Lost forever in its quicksand...
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