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10

Feb

And the eyelids got heavier
Slowly, they closed
Like the window of time
Left before my loss
I didn’t know, I couldn’t, wouldn’t, shouldn’t -
too late. Closed. Over. Out.
Of power, of thought, an empty shell.
The windows to your soul, lifeless
The end.

Missed my chance, lost the game
Few steps left but all the same
You are gone, and I am leaving
For a better place, for a better ending