standing at the edge of the cliff
. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â breathing
I feel myself growing old
slowly creeping rust
that winds within me;
I stand in a world reeling–
feeling– cold, within a mind
where once was bold. now you
see
. Â Â Â Â Â me.
go from dust to dust.
things that begin. must end
so things may begin again.
be not  jealous
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