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Relentlessly walking, on the pebble strewed path
Wrangles with self, a fabricated piece of art
Screeches of the silence, all gone unheard
A whoosh of horror, and everything falls apart

Delicately unwinding, the residing woes
Shards of the broken, prick on each step
Brimmed up by guilt, though the elapsed time is
Desire to look ahead, was what you inscribed

Lurking in the darkness, bereft of all hopes
Gazed at the stars, awaiting a miracle
Rambling over the withered, unaware you stood
Kindled a wish, off in the blue you dispersed

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