| | Truly, poetry is a worthy muse.
Long is the time between our visits. All too brief they seem to be.
What does the future seem to hold? A question most would have answered. Yet fate to me is best left unknown. Rather I slowly march with you towards destiny.
Reality interrupts my musings.
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