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Colder than the moons glow outside

staring into mirrors and falling asleep like

the wind carried us beneath the veil

and deeper than oceans of memory

the day will come to awaken

to the horror of time eroded

like ants turn insects to dust and

the ashes of our forests will choke

the lungs of the beast who awakened

the oldest fire that cannot be put out

by the lack of air to breathe

what more can be done when

hope was never delivered and

we learnt to never dream

Time

It is our curse alone

Like locust upon crop

Chastised and trapped

In this maze we are lost