i feel caught in a swirl... of voices, whispers, influences, memories... not even the stars, steady and true... can pin down the way home... dimmed by the lights surrounding.... a silence so artifical... it keeps me here in time, rushing... long-lost are the ways of pausing... as im held here, waiting patiently... for an ease that taunts with time
I can relate I live
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