Tracks of Mark....
3days in and out of sleep one must
Be feeling at a loss meet, keeper
Just as though one thought trust
Would bring us closer to something
Sweeter, yet too both left out and rotten
Dream be mourned and over beckoned
Moved yet still borne recall this reckoned
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