Stay, stay, be ... Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks ... And time is extended Silent as a sentence ... Looking ahead in an empty and dark telescope unable to capture new light ... Yet that conscious and agonizing reality that is not made.
you, us, them ... Sheets that run silently in the wind new pages, at least the inevitable unwanted ...
And those short syllables that contain a sense of time lost ...
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