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His feet pounded the black space beneath his feet
Speckled with dry, wizened brown leaves
Falling silent sighs lost to the wind
Of dreams deferred
A canopy of the dying and withered
Welcomed in to its dark embrace
Memories crunching.. pulverized
From his consciousness
Tossed into a bottomless chasm
Of distant loved ones
Receding figures in his rear view mirror
Fast fading, sepia tinged memories ..
And he kept running in to the arms of his id.
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