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An uncomfortable familiarity, hangs heavy above.  
Swirling mysteries rise, trapped forever between. 
         
Memories; of what used to be.       
Dreams; of what could have been.
Realities; of only what was left.

Destiny is forgotten, left discarded alone.
Beckons unknown futures, visions of tomorrow.

~Mark Schutter ©2014

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