Faded thoughts washed with newness

Engraved in ink alone it stands

Stumbling I reach to stop the falling of years

The questions unanswered that burn deeper than any brand

I try to help the moment stay longer, I beg it not to leave me alone

Alone and vulnerable to the pains of things etched into stone

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