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Things are like quick sand here.
Sometimes
time slows,
and songs play for longer
than I thought they were.
There's a fog laid atop our neighborhood,
and a mist inside my mind.
Nothing makes much sense.
Could I open the skies if I closed my eyes?
There is no after this,
there is no one day when,
or anything else, really.
There is just Now,
and The More
I push for clarity,
I sink into confusion.
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