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Infinity passes by in the tick-tock off the clock. Our eyes bounce off everything but each other. It's like we can't remember the time when we'd rather talk about us all night, where our breaths mingled together, trying to discover all they could of each other in their fractions of existence. But I wonder. If our future never approaches anything, not today not tomorrow not in years, then what proof do we have that it really exists?
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Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 5:37 PM UTC
Infinities
Infinity passes by in the tick-tock off the clock. Our eyes bounce off everything but each other. It's like we can't remember the time when we'd rather talk about us all night, where our breaths mingled together, trying to discover all they could of each other in their fractions of existence. But I wonder. If our future never approaches anything, not today not tomorrow not in years, then what proof do we have that it really exists?
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NightingaleGirl
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Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 5:37 PM UTC
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