encapsulated in a turquoise day, golden laces coil around every segment. watching the clock in hope that not one more minute passes by. all that can be done - grasp for a moment slipping away. but it always returns, always haunting with its visage. surrounded by an alienated past, unable to reconnect to the original. appear as a ghost, condemned to watching, never feeling ...and all the colors have faded to gray.
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