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utterings in life
echo into death
i behold a glimpse
through a dream
of what i might be

my future whispers back
in muted, fading colours

my future
my life
whispers back
in strangled, distant tones

its a beautiful thing
to be alive
both to rise above
and to dive below

the hearts i hold
in my hand
and the roads that intersect
right where i stand

sing i might not ever know
where i belong

but a fleeting semblance of self
is still better than nothing else

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