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Time To Play

Play with the dragonflies,
Before forever dies,
The world is too late to save.
Why can't we live in peace,
When all too soon we'll cease?
To enjoy the life we crave?
The world's beyond our reach,
A castle washed off a beech,
This is what I have to say.
So let's dance with the shining ones,
Let us shine like polished bronze,
When we have less time too play.

overskill

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S'up. I'm Overskill, and I write fantasy stories and some very abstract poems. Read some.

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