Like a torch on a cold day, a flagpole in the rain, so I stand.
Alone and over whelmed.
I am a comet, I am a rock. I am a moon.
Seconds, the currency of time, the clock tells me where I am.
I am now.
Every moment that I am I am less than I wanted.
The pace of passing every opportunity is slow and beleagueredQuartz soldiers, and so they march
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