Like wind in the meadow...
An everlasting uncertainty casts its shroud overhead.
No place to go. Heartless and walking up dead.
Nothing left. Just a blurry picture of a memory withering...
Entering the threshold of oblivion.
Never to return.
No fuse left to burn...
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