Some days, in the distance lost time angers
the impressionable out of my grasp and short
in the way it passed. It's easy to no I can't or
could because it's light when what wears on
the mind sinks to the center. A point could
also be interpreted as a period. It comes
by for out where where nobody then swept
up windless moodless in the open arena
that strays from hip to godless glass of
water. Everyone who was has gone by
way of death. There are moments in
my life when I don't care to exist.
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