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Moments lie in shallows past washed away from tomorrow's rising on today's nightfall.

The sounds from the debate were no more noise for an answer while the truth remained in the background silent.

In sync with your verse I felt the flow your metre I followed mere stepping stones. But alas, the life line thrown had no swing our connectio..

We are same but different and that’s how the wars started.

The stars above were no more… but holes in your story, you lived in a black box the bright light was outside.

The world is but a gentle breeze inhabited by dark winds.

In the flour of the moment he who likes his bread rise has both sides buttered. It was the yeast he could do sliced or not sliced.

Without time how old would I be on the reflection of my eye where my longevity is no more an extension of today that sleeps just like I do.

It’s all rather straight forward, Mars had water once and we all lived there originally but we stuffed the planet up with climate change, ..

You can count your blessings and count your mistakes but don’t chase your losses.