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those years have passed so swiftly
in the overview, fiddling with the ins and outs
that seemed to drone in the first person
those days had passed with far more passion
lit like fire behind our eyes, dowsed out at
the thought of one more tomorrow
those hours came and went as they pleased
with no regard to their inhabitants
and depending on the weather may seem to slow or even cease
these minutes creek within the floor boards,
the nooks and crannies we try to hide but always
seem to escape our concept of "grasp"
these seconds so ficklish in their freedom
come swiftly like fire with no regard
to the nooks and crannies
and our inability to grasp the concept
of our endless capacity to love
crayon box
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