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Nothing Left

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Twilight comes, unshapes the night,
obscures the sun's soft, fading light,
obliterates the earth and sky -
dim vision in my faltering sight.

The black mark of mortality
enchants the very core of me
encompasses all of my being,
and darkens this heartfelt reality,

but I am no more
searching for identity...
there is nothing left of me.

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