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Perfectly Still

Time swiftly runs past
But I’m perfectly still
Waves rolling like rapids
As I sit and distill

I watch from a distance
As clock hands glide by
I have fifty two days left
One blink of an eye

A sense of nostalgia
Sprinkles the air
Four years have gone
And I’ll never know where



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