The 11th & last short in the series "Behind The Empty Curtain".
We are all losing something,
forever out running the grasp of the past
we are powerless;
but only by the voice of choice can it continue.
The intrigue is blinding
and the moments yield unsure;
the faults bubble at the surface
yet, you remain relentless
the mechanical heart you desire
doesn’t fit your soul
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