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As twilight approaches,

I watch the moon and wait

while my pen runs away from cliché’s

into the silence behind my ribs;

I loved the man for years

before noticing he never 

understood anything beyond

the surface of his own skin;

It was worse when I was twenty;

life had no beginning or end;

I could barely even remember

how to be alive;

Time is indifferent to youth;

she is the piper leading you

into the mountain

from which you will never emerge;

As twilight approaches,


in autumn, seems to die.

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    1. Yes, however, what you’re reading is a subjective point of view which is why the line states that everything “seems” to die, not that everything does die. I don’t find it necessary to be very pedantic when it comes to poetry.