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Rated: E · Poetry · Mystery · #1158774
The way it was intended
Growing lovely, growing old

What can be seen is passing
for that which can't be seen.
Growing old, growing nearer
we're living in-between.
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Betwixt begin and ending
the days are numbered well.
Love is calling all to miss
that awful place called hell.
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Eyes that see what can't be seen
are those that will live on,
for these have seen tomorrow
beyond another dawn.
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Growing lovely, growing old
no more desire to roam.
Time has taken hold of me
and I am going home.

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