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Seven days, I blinked

They disappeared

Like the mist of morn

In the cool of autumn

Time collapsed, elapsed

Why is it I missed it?

Was there something,

Something I needed to do?

Forgotten, buried deep

In the folds of my thoughts

Blanked out by the night

As I drift, awake

Falling, into the abyss

Perhaps, perchance

To find what it was

That lingered within

Then suddenly left

Never to return…


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