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The Last Step
Every day
We step closer
To our last step.
Remorse
Sadness
Regret
Or
Perhaps
The tempered tempests
Of our daily drugeries
May in fact become
A rattled rationing,
One unending
Rampart
From which
To see the vista
Of our erstwhile dreams.
I would not,
That if today
Became the cross haired spot,
Be tied to this, the trundled
Searching moment.
I shall be
on the beach
When the wave hits.
runningturtle87
We step closer
To our last step.
Remorse
Sadness
Regret
Or
Perhaps
The tempered tempests
Of our daily drugeries
May in fact become
A rattled rationing,
One unending
Rampart
From which
To see the vista
Of our erstwhile dreams.
I would not,
That if today
Became the cross haired spot,
Be tied to this, the trundled
Searching moment.
I shall be
on the beach
When the wave hits.
runningturtle87
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