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They say the eyes are windows to your soul, But yet I had no soul, Through time to time I always stand tall, An immortal, Nothing could move me, If I could, I would run as fast as I could, Feeling the wind carry me beneath my feet, But alas, I can not

- phyton.

-May 12, 2025.

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