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Dusk
When you’re on an endless highway
is there any hope at all
that a destination will be reached,
and you can finally fall
back in the arms of the one you lost,
in the home you left behind?
For despite the years spent traveling,
more highway’s all I find.
They say that life’s a journey,
comprised within a dream.
A quest designed to test the will
and faith...
Sunday 7th April 2024 5:12 pm
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