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Epilogue
So it ended before it began,
but I have no regrets nor sorrows..
It's as if I knew
deep down my heart
that it never could be
like two rail tracks that'll never meet,
like the moon and the sun that'll never collide,
a mirage in the dunes, mistaken for the oasis for a while,
a book with only a prologue and an epilogue ,
with no chapters in between..
It's not that I don't care
or don't ha...
Thursday 16th June 2022 4:08 pm

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