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A farthing for your thoughts
Last is best in this little world,
this place apart.
We always knew what was...,
for us.
Ask why we're left to remain under stars
seen by eyes of dwindling light.
Left behind a vague cosmos' curtain,
our final fate seems so uncertain.
A three legged dog, we saunter along the deep.
Yet dare not to look over that darkest ravine,
a place that swallows light. Did you peek?
If you know, please tell me.
Try to accept that a few do care,
want to know that you're still almost whole,
almost all there. For your peace of mind,
and mine,
please try.
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Quoth Theraven
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