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Eternity

Endlessly we wander on, thinking that the time is gone. endlessly it follows all, reaching forward in its thrall. never resting, always waiting, inevitably confiscating that which all of us hold dear, years go by as death draws near.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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