Nick Hilton - All Alone

Ravaged of the setting sun,
Left to breathe,
What others have already breathed,
And died,
Doing so,
So that we like,
Them left alone,
May stuggle impossibly,
To emancipate ourselves,
From ourselves,
While we die slowly,
And our memory turns to chalky dust.

Nick Hilton

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