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Wake me in the dead of night,

That passion won’t fail and we still know,

That all things broken shall come and go.

Ephemeral longing to remain, ideas of forever

Colliding in my brain.

They can’t be helped but turned around,

In their echo I find things only profound.

Stars…

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Ryan

I write about philosophy, consciousness, politics, marketing and other random stuff.