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Thursday, January 7, 2016

Mystery

Where does it all go?
The time and memories we used to know
What does it all mean?
To have the same repeating dream

To look upon all you love
And wonder where all of it comes from
And where will we be?
When our lives finally cease

I don't know how or why
May the mysteries be revealed in time
Jessica Stubbs
Topic(s) of this poem: life,mystery
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