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Echoes

He spent his last known days in the sun,

Waiting for it to be undone.

The shadows that counted,

No more reasons to run.

 

Face to the sky,

He closed his eyes,

Everyday,

Until his goodbye

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Where is he now?

No one knows,

But you can hear him whisper,

When time begins to slow.

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