A second past becomes so clear,
A lesson learnt here and near,
Take it to my heart as my mind remains still,
And place particular hesitation inside your will.
For loss of truth becomes the ghost,
And usually dying skies predicts the most.
A future not denied in time,
Brings us closer to what is yours and what is mine.
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RSM (Pseudonym) (
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