I suppose...

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... the world will be conquered one day at a time. There's really not much to say right now, as I have nothing in mind at the moment. I suppose I just felt like writing something down. Something simple. And I suppose it'll just be this:

Everything we've ever done
fades away, in some sort of way
into the next day, into the sun.
There's nothing more for anyone.
Nothing more.

Cheers.

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