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Sleeves half rolled up, shadow upon the face,
Glasses all empty, none clean, sitting,
Echoes ringing from the past,
the moments, where the world had meaning,
the time, when it all had purpose--

broken echoes,

lost to time, skewed by perceptions of now,
grow up, lose sight, notice little,
move on, shrink out of sight,
the wind gasps, screams,
rain is pouring itself into river,

All that remains are the broken echoes,
The clock ticking and it jumps away,
Into the past, always gone,
Reaching out, grabbing to hold on,
And there's only silence around--

Except shattering echoes.