Shadows of yesterday walk silently near as they whisper tired remarks and glide into darkened spots of evening.
Curling their brains around adjacent thoughts, climbing out of ruts left from daytime adventures.
Exploration fleeing, taking with it a score of intrepid dreams.
Never leading to anything positive, keeping darkness to cover all the mistakes that have been made through the long, lonely years.
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