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Shudder to Think

Today I'm him and yesterday

I was too

Tomorrow belongs unanswered

Like a question

Inside your tomb

Shape the finite and twist

The plot

I remember everyone

And the dues they got

I shudder to think

I shutter the drinks

I paint the sunset

Whenever I can't breathe

The very notion

Shakes by shaken delusion

My stupid heart and retribution

And trembles my lucid illusions

Does that make me a good man

Or does that make a fool

Yesterday I was one

And today I am too

Tomorrow goes unnoticed

Like the truth I stole from you


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