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There are days that I am sure you’re the trail of shadows I leave behind irresponsibly but they still follow faithfully

There are nights when I leave rooms dark and empty waiting at the door patiently for a glitch of movement – just barely

There are moments that I think my cigarette pack now lasts twice as long foolishly when a stranger asks to bum one randomly

There are times that I sit still enough to tell apart the cluster of birds singing gleefully till your voice emerges inexplicably

There is a lifetime to be sure you’re the trail of shadows that stays close subtly – despite all this distance you’re still quite brotherly


“I am eternal; Life and Death mere taunts, I’m now eternally yours.”


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