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Untold

Unwoven in reminiscence of earlier days
Threads with intricacies of pleasure and pain
Faded, torn and marked by seasons of age
And subtleties of the fabric often unchanged
                                
Unmatched metal frame on the tainted wall
Rusted string holds the picturesque thought
Reflections from the memories and thoughts
Cast upon the delicate womb of the unborn

Unknown facet of what the future may hold
Hidden beneath the surface of blazing hope
Withstand the weather of separation and loss
Your absence in the chronicle of road unfold


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