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Let this not be said of you,
Oh that one,
I can barely remember,
Walks ever so often
Among the shadows,
Can’t even recall
That face.
Tiptoes on the edges
Of life
And shies away from
The spotlight,
Not even fallen leaves
Are rustled by that one,
Absent or present,
It makes no difference,
That one is eternally absent.
Let this be said of you,
That one is like thread
Through the eye of a needle,
Has there ever been use
For a needle without thread?
Not the tallest of men,
Yet that one towers over
The tallest of men,
Wherever that one goes
Time is at a standstill,
Transfixed
As he weaves himself into
It’s very fabric.
On that one's passing,
Darkness and light will
Bring pause to their eternal struggle,
One to the left
The other to the right,
He will walk in between those
Two,
Journeying to the Pearly Gates
For though mortal,
That one is an immortal’s immortal.
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