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The wolves are closing in,
there’s no room left to make amends, but
do you remember when we’d fly that kite so high?

All the time we’ve wasted, spent fighting
will burn in the fire of our regrets
All the time we’ve wasted, spent fighting
There’s blood, and it’s running down the stairs

Thursday, “Steps Ascending” 
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