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Never Alone


The arrow of time hurtles forth forcing
All in its wake to stumble along
Running chasing hurrying
Trying to keep pace
With all that is ever changing
Mindlessly evasive
There is no escaping.

I too run along desperate
Holding on to my memories of you ever closer
Holding on to fleeting fragrances
To thunderclap reflections frozen dew.

I close my eyes but sleep won't come
For what if there is a turn ahead
And with me, you don't run!

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  1. I especially like: Holding on to fleeting fragrances
    To thunderclap reflections frozen dew.

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  2. Its simply great...

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