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What is mine, when everything I own
is in my possession for but a fleeting moment;
where do I belong, when everyone I meet
is but a transient stranger in an all-night diner called ‘life’;
and what do I leave behind but my footsteps,
eroded all too soon by the cold north wind that blows
on a lost and forgotten strand...