time

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and we're floating

and drifting though

time-

monthsweeksdays;

gone.

all too quick-

but we travel

in a remiss

sort,

even if i'm

very

solicitous of

the effects

and feelings,

the veracity

of it all might just

vindicate us

from the

incontrovertible

reality.

wat

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