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STAGGERED LUMINARY MELTS FALLEN VAPOR;
CLOUDS MISTING MOUNTAINS, OBSEQUIES VIEW.
VIVID MEMORIES.
CIRCUS CLOWNS SHUN SADNESS WITH MADNESS,
TOMORROWS ALREADY GONE.
A PAGE OF PAST RERUNS ITSELF;
SURRENDERING TO OVERCOME,
NEWNESS.
OLDNESS IS DIFFERENT, THE SAME.
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