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Bygone eras are gone by my reflection at the mirror of cross roads,

Choices swept me away from my selves unseen and untraveled. 
Do I miss those moments picturing my footprints on beaches I will never see?
Do I regret pavements I destroyed to build?
Dark imprints of my soul are clawing on my heart,
Yet I do now wish to relive the choices mastered the most.

ZB

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