It is how it was meant to be,
as it was written,
many moons and many authors ago.
Restless from my roaming,
inside last night, I gaze,
curious, counting the ways that yesterday differs from today,
how everything changes, eventually.
It is how it was meant to be,
as it was written,
many moons and many authors ago.
Restless from my roaming,
inside last night, I gaze,
curious, counting the ways that yesterday differs from today,
how everything changes, eventually.
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