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Published on Apr 11, 2010
I sit in the window watching my days, From a safe distance. Clock towers toll and I am frozen, Every instant. Backward I brood and forward I dream for, Figments of existence. It can't be saved. It's already lost, it thrives on my resistance. We are bound and marching to an ever static distance.