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Date: April 24, 2025 05:51AM

As an age of this world fades away,
and I'm happy to see it go,
I can't help but sit in this chair and think,
this is far too plausible...

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Date: April 24, 2025 06:25AM

That's a terrible poem, doesn't even rhyme.

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Date: April 24, 2025 12:10PM

An age of the world fades into dusk,
Its shadow lingers, brittle husk.
I'm glad to see it lose its glow,
Yet in this chair, I feel and know—
This ending, far too close to true,
A whisper that the soul once knew.