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Day 393

Whisperings of the wind

A reckless kind of thing

Small pieces of words

Slipped off the tongue

Years before

Left to rot and be

Picked up in the dust

That floods our eyes

In tears of frustration

Beyond our years

Beyond our knowledge

Known and unknown

Dead and undead

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