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when it's now it is then and when it's then it is now and somehow time keeps on moving, while we're stranding ourselves on the cusp of a minute that may never come.

I divide but never conquer
stoop and always hunger
there is no longer no matter
the longer we wait.

My pupils contract when i see a contract and my pen hand refuses to sign and time keeps on moving
we keep on being stranded

I should be left handed
but I'm not.