In the quiet of evening,

shadows of another time

creep eerily across the horizon

like ghosts of a bygone era.

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I hear hollow voices of the past

echoing like souls lost in limbo.

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When did I lose 

that vital connection with those

whose love was once there for the taking?

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Is this secluded isolation 

the penalty I pay for pursuit of dreams

which fled my greedy clutch?

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When did those yet vibrant years evaporate,

taking with them hope of redemption?

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Time denies reprieve from this empty shell.