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Redemption Undefined

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Redemption undefined

Means nothing to a painted mind,

Convoluted upon itself

Once too many times.

Twisting and Turning,

This is not the way,

Worthless and looking every other way,

Tuning the hourglass

To strike the proper tone.

Wishing and searching

All but the unknown.

Faded and broken,

One each different face.

Never finding one that fits,

Always out of place.

Time never turning,

Yet always yearning,

But never learning

Until it's too late.

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