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Oct 2014
Time* has no movement in pitch black silence
There is no up or down
Forward is sideways is backward
Nowhere to focus, uncentered
Seconds to minutes to hours to days
Yet nothing passes
Stillness
Empty

And then there was you
102014
PrttyBrd
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PrttyBrd
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