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When the swirl of it all finds its' pause and the dusty maze stands none too tall
a parched lipped word began, staggers to a fall
caught in a fatal drift, endless possibilities start to shift
bow down, the eyes won't lift
can it be an end? No, that defeated thought to bend
cracked to the quick, never to mend
The scent of something fair chances by, then where?
pick up the step: a dream is the dare.