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The wind rustles sweet
    nothings window pane lonely room.
My old friend nostalgia of a time and
     place that may or may not have
existed.
     I speak between shadows and cast doubt about the foot of hope.
    And throw a party to pitty myself.
Only i am invited.
    I bring nothing empty handed.
Eyes closed we dream.
    I feel a connection to the universe.
I am Alive.
     I am here.  It is now. The clock strikes out of sight. Mind races.
     Rat races. Ten paces and keep
Running. Away from here so far.
     That i am back to square.
One Love. One life per body.
     One soul for eternity. Have we met?
 I haven’t touched you since creation. Atoms dense expanding
   space. Matter of fact, or fiction.
You decide When it’s right or left.
    Standing here sitting. Nonetheless
is more.  Forever. Infinity. A loop
   we travel. And here we are. Back
again.  So buttons.
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