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acceptance

Who's that staring through my window walls, with eyes as old as time the clock has not yet moved and the wind outside has died no breath for me to find nor the strength to check the time unless the minute hand is lying theirs a chance i may have died I wish this all a dream but the eyes i see dont lie, they have told me with their watching that all men do really cry yet in vain is all my wishing but perhaps this is delusion of a sedimentary man with his mind ripe for losing Come at me then red devil, I shout within my mind yet the tension I had hoped for was delayed and rather dry no ravishingly velvet flame encircled this such room, nor were the furniture and ottoman thrown like an old shoe marvelous the time in which a demon throwns your home and his only one intent is to stare right through your soul to that i bid goodnight to you, to do as you wish, regardless of the manner I am nothing more then fish. to be shot out of a barrel for a fellow such as this If you do deem it fit that I wake another morning all i ask is that the clocks all please return to working order

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