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misty chains of memory (dusty tomes sealed away
so deep they may never see the light of day)
reach out of the past he'd tried to let go
pulling the future away into a river of woe
to drown the present in shades of steel gray
weighing down on each and every passing day
Ooooh, rhyme. Not that rhyme alone really defines poetry, but I thought I'd give it a shot.
How many did he steal? Never again will I get into a situation where I accept responsibility for the unknown. Never again. "Luke, stay away from the darker side/When you start to go astray, let the Force be your guide..." (Weird Al, "Yoda")
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