Time Into Darkness

January 15, 2010
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Distant and alive the fire burns
Piercing my eye with a reminiscent color

Gone are the days of the distant and absurd
Only the screeching of wheels screams for us down the hallways

Close are the memories that still flourish ever so
Why does time feel so stagnant when nothingness breaths separately alone

Mama’s eyes still so piercing no matter how many years pass
Close to a world where time is meticulous;
While not left alone in the distant ponds of dreamy

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