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Should it come to an end, never to remain
My world, restricted, again and again
A finite place, I have come to loathe
Trapped by limits, naked, unclothed
Living inside of me, a place to call home
Colorful nights, in vibrant monotone
Watching the shadows, creep in with a smile
Knowing they won’t last more than awhile
Yet, I still have this time, should I complain?
As I listen to the infinite, whisper in vain
The Daily Post – Finite
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